Quhan ye gie me back this ring."
Lowne blew the win'; the stars cam oot;
The ship turnt frae the north;
An' or ever the sun was up an aboot,
They war intil the firth o' Forth.
Quhan the gude ship hung at the pier-heid,
And the king stude steady o' the Ian'—
"Doon wi' ye, skipper—doon!" he said,
"Hoo daur ye afore me stan'?"
The skipper he loutit on his knee;