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Highland Laddie


Lyrics from Shanties from the Seven Seas, by Stan Hugill

There wuz a laddie come from Scotland,
Hieland laddie! Bonnie laddie!
Bonnie laddie from fair Scotland,
Me bonnie Hieland laddie O!
Way hay an' away we go!
Hieland laddie, bonnie laddie!
Way hay an' away we go!
Me bonnie Hieland laddie O!


Where have ye been all the day?
Hieland laddie! Bonnie laddie!
Where have ye been all the day?
Me bonnie Hieland laddie O!
Way hay an' away we go!
Hieland laddie, bonnie laddie!
Way hay an' away we go!
Me bonnie Hieland laddie O!


I did not see ye doon the glen,
I did not see ye near the burn.

'Nay, I wuz no doon the glen,
Nay I wuz no near the burn.

But I went to seek a road to fortune,
Thought I'd find a road to fortune.

I joined a ship an' went a-sailin',
Sailed far north an' went a-whalin'.

Shipped far north on a Dundee whaler,
Shipped far north as a whalin' sailor.

Bound away to Iceland cold,
Found much ice but not much gold.

Greenland is a cold country,
Not the place for you and me.

Thought it was a way to fortune,
But whalin's not the road to fortune.

Wisht meself in Bonnie Scotland,
Back agen in Bonnie Scotland.

We caught some whales an' boiled their blubber,
Oil an' fat choked every scupper.

We'll soon be homeward bound to Scotland,
Homeward bound to Bonnie Scotland.

I'll be glad when I get hame,
I'll give up this whalin' game.

Oh, Hieland Laddie went a-sailin',
Oh, Hieland Laddie went a-whalin'.


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