“But, my good mother, do you know
All this was twenty years ago?
I stood on the Gray Swan’s deck,
And to that lad I saw you throw
(Taking it off, as it might be, so)
The kerchief from your neck,”—
“Ay, and he’ll bring it back!”
“And did the little lawless lad,
That has made you sick, and made you sad,
Sail with the Gray Swan’s crew?”