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For what's the purpose of rum and gin
But to capture the fancy of a maiden's sin
And erase, with kisses,the night's chagrin
Bonnie Heiland Laddie!
My lover took to sea in a bonny boat
"The fastest on water", his mates did boast
"But she sank like a stone," the papers wrote
Bonnie Heiland Laddie!
She made me a card out of seashells
From the sands where my timber boat fells,
And I kiss it goodnight, but I'm missing her smells
Bonnie Heiland Laddie!
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