Braw Sailing from Strange Waters by The Brammel Kites

There came a letter yesterday;
"Our ship, it will sail at morn."
"Alas", she cried, the bonny lass,
"That ever I was born."

And it's braw sailing on the sea,
When wind and weather's fair,
But it's better to be in my love's arms;
I wish that I were there.

And he's come unto her father's house,
The sun was high at noon,
But the lassie, being proud-hearted,
She would not let him in

And it's braw sailing on the sea,
When wind and weather's fair,
But it's better to be in my love's arms;
I wish that I were there.

And he's taken a ring from his pocket,
It cost him guineas three,
Saying, "Take this ring, my bonny lass,
And think ye well of me."

And it's braw sailing on the sea,
When wind and weather's fair,
But it's better to be in my love's arms;
I wish that I were there.

But she's taken the ring from her pocket,
It cost her shillings nine,
Saying, "Take it back, my bonny lad,
For I have changed my mind."

And it's braw sailing on the sea,
When wind and weather's fair,
But it's better to be in my love's arms;
I wish that I were there.

And it's braw drinking Glasgow beer,
It's better drinking wine,
But it's better to be in my love's arms,
Where I have been many's the time.

And it's braw sailing on the sea,
When wind and weather's fair,
But it's better to be in my love's arms;
I wish that I were there.

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