Меццо-сопрано, контральто. Самые прекрасные голоса

    Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly,
    Blow the wind south o'er the bonny blue sea;
    Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly,
    Blow bonnie breeze, my lover to me.

    They told me last night there were ships in the offing,
    And I hurried down to the deep rolling sea;
    But my eye could not see it wherever might be it,
    The barque that is bearing my lover to me.

    Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly,
    Blow bonnie breeze o'er the bonny blue sea;
    Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly,
    Blow bonnie breeze, and bring him to me.

    Oh, is it not sweet to hear the breeze singing,
    As lightly it comes o'er the deep rolling sea?
    But sweeter and dearer by far when 'tis bringing,
    The barque of my true love in safety to me.

As I came thro' Sandgate,
Thro' Sandgate, thro' Sandgate,
As I came thro' Sandgate,
I heard a lassie sing:

'O, weel may the keel row,
The keel row, the keel row,
O weel may the keel row
That my laddie's in.'

'O wha's like my Johnnie,
Sae leish, sae blithe, sae bonnie?
He's foremost 'mang the mony
Keel lads o' coaly Tyne;
He'll set or row sae tightly
Or, in the dance sae sprightly,
He'll cut and shuffle slightly,
'Tis true, were he nae mine.'

'He wears a blue bonnet,
Blue bonnet, blue bonnet,
He wears a blue bonnet
A dimple in his chin.

And weel may the keel row,
The keel row, the keel row,
And weel may the keel row
That my laddie's in.'