COME boat me o'er, come row me o'er, Come boat me o'er to Charlie; I'll gie John Ross another bawbee, To ferry me o'er to Charlie. We'll o'er the water and o'er the sea, We'll o'er the water to Charlie; Come weal, come woe, We'll gather and go, And live and die wi' Charlie. I swear by moon and stars sae bright, And the sun that glances early, If I had twenty thousand lives, I'd risk them a' for Charlie. We'll o'er the water... I once had sons, I now hae nane, I bred them toiling sairly; And I wad bear them a' again, And lose them a' for Charlie. We'll o'er the water... | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BAD CHILD'S BOOK OF BEASTS: INTRODUCTION by HILAIRE BELLOC ARCHIMEDES LAST FORAY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET WHAT I'VE BELIEVED IN by JAMES GALVIN THE LIFE SO SHORT by EAMON GRENNAN TO MARY CHURCH TERRELL - LECTURER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |