From Fog & Fire, 2008 Traditional.

Come boat me over, come carry me oer
Come boat me over to Charlie
I hear the call once but never again
Come carry me over to Charlie.

Its over the water, its over the sea
Its over the water to Charlie
Come wiel, come woe, well gather and go
To live or to die for Charlie

Once I had sons, now I have none
I treated them all so sorely
But I would bear them all again
And give them over to Charlie

I swear by the moon and the stars so bright
And the sun that shines sae dearly
If I had twenty thousand lives
Id give them all to Charlie

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