III.
The Boatswain swore with wicked words,
Enough to shock a saint,
That though she did seem in a fit,
’Twas nothing but a feint.
IV.
“Come, girl,” said he, “hold up your head,
He’ll be as good as me;
For when your swain is in our boat,
A boatswain he will be.”
V.
So when they’d made their game of her,
And taken off her elf,
She rous’d, and found she only was
A coming to herself.
VI.
“And is he gone, and is he gone?”
She cried, and wept outright:
“Then I will to the water side,
And see him out of sight.”
VII.
A waterman came up to her,—
“Now, young woman,” said he,
“If you weep on so, you will make
Eye-water in the sea.”