On The Rocks By Aberdeen.

On the rocks by Aberdeen, Where the whislin' wave had been, As I wandered and at e'en Was eerie; There I saw thee sailing west, And I ran with joy opprest— Ay, and took out all my best, My dearie. Then I busked mysel' wi' speed, And the neighbors cried "What need? 'Tis a lass in any weed Aye bonny!" Now my heart, my heart is sair. What's the good, though I be fair, For thou'lt never see me mair, Man Johnnie!