Braw Sailin’ On The Sea Oh there cam a letter late yestreen Oor ship mon sail the morn Alas says the bonny lass It's there that I was born Chorus And it's braw sailin on the sea When wind and weather's fair It's better bein' in my love's airms Than know gin I was there And when he cam tae her fairm hoose At twelve o'clock at noon This lassie whom he had courted She wouldnae let him in And he took the ring from his pocket It cost him guineas three Sayin tak ye that my bonny lass And aye think weel o' me She took the ring from her pocket It cost her shillings nine Sayin tak ye that my bonny lad For I hae changed my mind And it's braw drinkin wi' your beer It's better drinkin' wine It's better bein' in my loves airms Whaur I've been mony a time
Music; traditional. Content copyright © 2000 held by the author; Ian Hall.
