THE WIND FRAE THE BALTIC
Below the wa’s, oot-by Montrose,The tides ca’ up an’ doonAnd mony’s the gallant mairchantmanLies in aside the toon;Oh, it’s fine alang the tidewayThe loupin’ waters rinWhen the wind is frae the Baltic wi’ the brigs comin’ in.I’d gie the ring upon my handTo hide me frae the seaThat manes by nicht an’ cries by dayThe dule that’s come to me,For I’ll hear nae mair the fit-fa’When hame the brigs may winO’ a man that sailed the Baltic, nor his step comin’ in.And noo the toon is fair asteer,The weans rin doon the street,And I may turn my face abootAn’ get me hame to greet,There’s sic a joy wi’ a’ fowkMy tears wad be a sin,For the wind is frae the Baltic—an’ the brigs comin’ in.