Come ferry me o'er, come ferry me o'er
Come ferry me o'er to Charlie;
I'll gie John ross anither bawbee
To
ferry me o'er to Charlie.
Though Cumberland is marching North,
He'll find we winna parley;
Wi'
Lewie Gordon at our head,
We
a' will fecht for Charlie.
To
deal a blow at good Fa'kirk
I
last did cross the ferry;
Though 'twere to do ten times again,
There's no a man would tarry.
Aboyne is up! Glentanner's up!
And left unsown their barley;
Come here, John Ross! - anither bawbee -
An' ferry me o'er to Charlie!
