A Bundle of Ballads

O'ER THE WATER TO CHARLIE.

     As I came by the shore o' Forth,
       And in by the craigs o' Bernie;
     There I spied a ship on the sea,
       And the skipper o' her was Charlie.

     O'er the water, and o'er the sea,
       O'er the water to Charlie;
     I'll gie John Ross another bawbie,
       To boat me o'er to Charlie.

     Charlie keeps nae needles nor pins,
       And Charlie keeps nae trappin';
     But Charlie keeps twa bonnie black een,
       Would haud the lasses waukin'.

     O'er the water, and o'er the sea,
       O'er the water to Charlie;
     I'll gie John Ross another bawbie,
       To boat me o'er to Charlie.

     O Charlie is neither laird nor lord,
       Nor Charlie is a caddie;
     But Charlie has twa bonnie red cheeks,
       And he's my juggler laddie.

     O'er the water, and o'er the sea,
       O'er the water to Charlie;
     I'll gie John Ross another bawbie,
       To boat me o'er to Charlie.

     A pinch o' snuff to poison the whigs,
       A gill o' Geneva to drown them;
     And he that winna drink Charlie's health,
       May roaring seas surround him.

     O'er the water, and o'er the sea,
       And o'er the water to Charlie;
     I'll gie John Brown another half-crown,
       To boat me o'er to Charlie.