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!