I swear by bell, ’twas mickle well
We went not nearer shore.
It came in the midnight hour, Captain:
As God’s eye seeth me,
I never ween’d that such a fiend
In earth or hell might be.
Praise to the Mother of God, Captain,
Be praise and gramercy:
An image stood of the blest rood
Nailed to our mainmast tree.