I've just got Ford's Vagabond Songs, 2 vols. (1899-1901). "Katey of Lochgoil" is on pages 51-53 of the second series, with no music.

       KATEY OF LOCHGOIL
         Tune--"The Whalers."

'Twas on the year Eleventy-nine,
And March the fortieth day,
That Katey of Lochgoil, my boys,
To sea she'll bore away.

       To my fal al de dal, etc.

Now Katey, she's as fine a ship
As ever yet was rig;
And when she'll got her mainsail up,
Got! you'll tuke her for a prig.

T'ere was Tonald More an' Tugald More,
Shon Tamson an' Shon Roy;
And all our whole ship's companie
Was one laddie an' a poy.

As we'll sail by the Pladda light,
She'll plew a terrible plow;
Says Tonald More to Tugald More,
She'll thinks she's pest pelow.

As we steer round the Ailsa Craig,
She'll plew a wondrous gale;
Says Tonald More to Tugald More,
We'll turn apoot her tail.

As we steer round the Toward Point,
She'll plew a terrible plast;
She'll plew up such a hurricane,
She'll plew away her mast.

As we came by the Cloch light-house,
She'll plaw a terrible plew
It's Tonald at the poo, my boys,
O! she'll be tuke a spew.

The captain, being kind to us,
Put on the muckle pot,
Wi' scatyuns for to boil to us--
But de'l a one we'll got.

T'ere was Tonald More an' Tugald More,
Shon Tamson an' his mate,
Was putting his cousin's son ashore,
For breakin' a scatyun plate.

Ta signal that our Katey had,
Was Tobald's bonnet blue;
Ta skipper being out on shore,
It's he the signal knew.

Noo Katey, she is home again,
And safe on Greenock quay;
And ere she'll go to sea again,
She'll tuke new hands for me.

(This was long, and even until recently, a popular song at small social parties throughout the West of Scotland. All readily engaging lustily in the chorus.)