Bobby Shaftoe

Bobby Shaftoe’s gone to sea,
With silver buckles at his knee;
He’ll come home and marry me,
Bonny Bobby Shaftoe.

Bobby Shaftoe’s bright and fair,
Combing down his yellow hair,
He’s ma’ ain for ever mair,
Bonny Bobby Shaftoe.

Bobby Shaftoe’s getten a bairn,
For to dandle in his arm;
In his arm, and on his knee,
Bobby Shaftoe loves me.
Bobby Shaftoe’s gone to sea, &c.