Our gude ship sails the morn.'
'O say na sae, my master dear, [ [5]
For I fear a deadly storm.
'Late, late yestreen, I saw the new moon
Wi' the auld moon in her arm;
And I fear, I fear, my master dear,
That we will come to harm.'
[They had na sailed a league, a league,
A league but barely three,
When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud,