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They've prest my dear Johnny,

Sae sprightly and bonny—

Alack! I shall ne'er mair de weel, O;

The kidnapping squad

Laid hold of my lad

As he was unmooring the keel, O.

O my sweet laddie,

My canny keel laddie,

Sae handsome, sae canty, and free, O;

Had he staid on the Tyne,

Ere now he'd been mine,

But, oh! he's far ower the sea, O.

Should he fall by commotion,

Or sink in the ocean,

(May sic tidings ne'er come to the Kee, O!)

I could ne'er mair be glad,

For the loss of my lad

Wad break my poor heart, and I'd dee, O.

O my sweet laddie, &c.

But should my dear tar

Come safe from the war,

What heart-bounding joy wad I feel, O!

To the Church we wad flee,

And married be,

And again he should row in his keel, O.

O my sweet laddie!

My canny keel laddie!

Sae handsome, sae canty, and free, O!

Though far frae the Tyne,

I still hope he'll be mine,

And live happy as onie can be, O.