"O wha is this has done this deed,
And tauld the king o' me,
To send us out at this time of the year,
To sail upon the sea?
"Be it wind, be it weet, be it hail, be it sleet,25
Our ship must sail the faem;
The king's daughter of Noroway,
'Tis we must fetch her hame."
They hoysed their sails on Monenday morn
Wi' a' the speed they may;30
They hae landed in Noroway
Upon a Wodensday.
They hadna been a week, a week,
In Noroway, but twae,
When that the lords o' Noroway35
Began aloud to say:
"Ye Scottishmen spend a' our king's goud,
And a' our queenis fee."
"Ye lie, ye lie, ye liars loud!
"For I brought as much white monie
As gane my men and me,—
And I brought a half-fou o' gude red goud
Out o'er the sea wi' me.
"Make ready, make ready, my merrymen a'!45
Our gude ship sails the morn."
"Now, ever alake! my master dear,
I fear a deadly storm!
"I saw the new moon, late yestreen,
Wi' the auld moon in her arm;50
And if we gang to sea, master,
I fear we'll come to harm."
They hadna sailed a league, a league,
A league, but barely three,
When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud,55
And gurly grew the sea.