COME boat me o'er, come row me o'er, Come boat me o'er to Charlie; I'll gie John Ross another bawbee, To ferry me o'er to Charlie. We'll o'er the water and o'er the sea, We'll o'er the water to Charlie; Come weal, come woe, We'll gather and go, And live and die wi' Charlie. I swear by moon and stars sae bright, And the sun that glances early, If I had twenty thousand lives, I'd risk them a' for Charlie. We'll o'er the water... I once had sons, I now hae nane, I bred them toiling sairly; And I wad bear them a' again, And lose them a' for Charlie. We'll o'er the water... | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RESOLVE by ALEXANDER BROME TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 16. A FAREWELL by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE REPRESSION OF WAR EXPERIENCE by SIEGFRIED SASSOON TO THE REV. F.D. MAURICE by ALFRED TENNYSON HAVE YOU PLANTED A TREE? by HENRY ABBEY |