  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. |
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