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George MacDonald - The Auld Fisher
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There was an auld fisher, he sat by the wa`,
An` luikit oot ower the sea;
The bairnies war playin, he smil`t on them a`,
But the tear stude in his e`e.

An` it`s—oh to win awa, awa!
An` it`s, oh to win awa
Whaur the bairns come hame, an` the wives they bide,
An` God is the father o` a`!

Jocky an` Jeamy an` Tammy oot there
A` i` the boatie gaed doon;
An` I`m ower auld to fish ony mair,
Sae I hinna the chance to droon!

An` it`s—oh to win awa, awa! &c.

An` Jeannie she grat to ease her hert,
An` she easit hersel awa;
But I`m ower auld for the tears to stert,
An` sae the sighs maun blaw.

An` it`s—oh to win awa, awa! &c.

Lord, steer me hame whaur my Lord has steerit,
For I`m tired o` life`s rockin sea;
An` dinna be lang, for I`m growin that fearit
`At I`m ablins ower auld to dee!

An` it`s—oh to win awa, awa!
An` it`s, oh to win awa
Whaur the bairns come hame, an` the wives they bide,
An` God is the father o` a`!
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