The Fisher Laddie
On Bamboroughshire’s rocky shore,
Just as you enter Bowmer Raw,
There lives the bonny fisher lad,
The fisher lad that bangs them a’.
O the bonny fisher lad,
That brings the fishes fra’ the sea;
O the bonny fisher lad,
The fisher lad gat had of me.
My mother sent me out one day,
To gather cockles fra’ the sea;
But I had not been long away,
When the fisher lad gat had of me.
O the bonny, &c.
A sailor I will never marry,
Nor soldier, for he’s got no brass;
But I will have a fisher lad
Because I am a fisher’s lass.
O the bonny, &c.