On board with him fair Margaret's gone,
In hopes his bride to be;
But mark ye well, and I shall tell
Of their sad destiny. 100
They had not sail'd a league but five,
Till the storm began to rise;
The swelling seas ran mountains high,
And dismal were the skies.
In deep despair that lady fair 105
For help aloud she cries,
While crystal tears like fountains ran
Down from her lovely eyes.
"O I have got my father's curse
My pride for to subdue! 110
With sorrows great my heart will break,
Alas what shall I do!
"O were I at my father's house,
His blessing to receive,
Then on my bended knees I'd fall, 115
His pardon for to crave!
"To aid my grief, there's no relief,
To speak it is in vain;
Likewise my loving parents dear
I ne'er shall see again." 120
The winds and waves did both conspire
Their lives for to devour;
That gallant ship that night was lost,
And never was seen more.
When tidings to Craignargat came, 125
Of their sad overthrow,
It griev'd her tender parent's heart;
Afresh began their woe.
Of the dreary dream that she had seen,
And often thought upon,— 130
"O fatal news," her mother cries,
"My darling, she is gone!
"O fair Marg'ret, I little thought
The seas should be thy grave,
When first thou left thy father's house, 135
Without thy parent's leave."