ON THE COAST OF AEEAN 39 



replenished with fish at any rate pull home, 

 and sing to the stroke 



I cuist my line in Largo Bay, 



And fishes I catch'd nine ; 

 'Twas three to boil and three to fry, 



And three to bait the line. 

 The boatie rows, the boatie rows, 



The boatie rows fu' weel ; 

 And muckle luck attend the boat, 



The merlin and the creel. 



A proud boy was Master Arthur as he 

 walked heroically up from the creek, at the 

 head of the procession, with the great herring- 

 hake hanging over his shoulder and all the 

 youth of Corrie looking on. We larger boys 

 walked modestly after him, bearing the diminu- 

 tive whiting. 



