Fu’ mony a schriek that waefu’ nicht
Raise fra the boisterous main,
An’ vow’d was mony a bootless vow,
An’ praied war’ praiers vaine.
An’ sair-pyned widows moned forlorn
For mony a wearie daye,
An’ maidens, ance o’ blithsome mood,
Tined heart and dwyned away.
—Old Ballad.
THE FISHERMAN’S WIDOW.