THE FISHERMAN'S LASSIE

Oh the Fisherman is a bold young man
You'll never find anyone bolder
He wears his seaboots over his knees
And his straps across his shoulders.

Chorus:

I'm a ramblin' tamblin' fol-the-do-a-day
I'm a ramblin' tamblin' lassie
I'm a ramblin' tamblin' fol-the-do-a-day
And they call me the Fisherman's Lassie.

I will dress myself in my Sunday best
I will make myself look bonny
And then I will hie me tae the quay
To greet my fair young Johnny.

This version from the singing of Isla St. Clair, who said of it in her radio programme Tatties And Herrin': Songs from the NorthWest of Scotland (BBC Radio 2, 7th. June 1995): "My grandmother, Marge(?) MacDonald from the Isle of Lewis in the Outer Hebrides, told me how she'd sing (The Fisherman's Lassie) while standing on the quay at Stornoway, waiting for the boats to come in."

Malcolm