To sail upon the se!
6.
‘Mak haste, mak haste, my mirry men all,
Our guid schip sails the morne:’
‘O say na sae, my master deir,
Fir I feir a deadlie storme.
7.
‘Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone
Wi’ the auld moone in hir arme,
And I feir, I feir, my deir master,