19.
‘Ye set your milk-white foot abord,
Cry, Hail ye, Domine!
An’ I shal be the steerer o’t,
To row you o’er the sea.’
20.
She’s tane her till her mither’s bow’r,
Thought neither sin nor shame,
An’ she took twa o’ her mither’s marys,
To keep her frae thinking lang.