forgets
Ye are king but o' the lan'!"
Oot he heild to the open sea
Quhill the north wind flaughtered and fell;
Syne the east had a bitter word to say
That waukent a watery hell.
He turned her heid intil the north:
Quo the nobles: "He's droon, by the mass!"
Quo the skipper: "Haud aff yerlady-hans,
Or yell never see the Bass."