“Quhen I the warn, lat draw the saill agayne.
“Kneland, cusyng, cum tak the ster on hand;
“Her on the waill ner by the I sall stand.
“God gyd our schip! as now I say na mar.”135
[The barge, be that, with a full werlik far;]
Him selff on loft [was] with a drawyn suord,
And bad his ster man lay thaim langis the bourd;
On loude he cryit; ‘Stryk, doggis, ye sall de.’
Crawfurd leit draw the saill a litill we,140
The capdane sone lap in, and wald nocht stynt.