He has laid her on a bed of down, his ain dear Annie.
"What can a woman do, love, I'll do for ye;"
"Muckle can a woman do, ye canna do for me.—
Lay about, steer about, lay our ship canny,
Do all you can to save my dear Annie."
"I've laid about, steer'd about, laid about canny,
But all I can do, she winna sail for me.
Ye'll tak her in your arms twa, lo, lift her canny,
And throw her out ower board, your ain dear Annie."
He has ta'en her in his arms twa, lo, lifted her canny,