Island of Bothies The blacksmith said let us wait The blacksmith said let us go The blacksmith said to his grandchild Standing at the door of the barn That he was going to go courting. Island of bothies, of bothies Island of bothies, of bothies Island of bothies, of bothies Fingal's bothies. I'd knock spots off the birds I'd knock spots off the hakes [fish] Little lythes [flat fish] of the sea. We would take a while hauling them in If our hand lines last. We got nothing here We got nothing here We got nothing here Except noises of the hand lines. If only carp would come If only carp would come Or razor fish or flounder That would take the hooks from the seaweed If our hand lines last. MR oct99
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