اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
My Donald he works on the sea
On the waves that blow wild and free
He splices the ropes and sets the sails
While southward he rolls tae the home o the whale
He ne'er thinks o me far behind
Or the torments that rage in my mind
He's mine for only half part o the year
Then I'm left all alane wi nowt but a tear
Ye ladies wha smell o wild rose
Think ye for your perfume tae whaur a man goes
Think ye o the wives and the bairnies wha yearn
For a man ne'er returnin frae huntin the sperm
