The king his blade he drew:
Quo the king, "Noo mynt ye to contre me?—
I'm aboord my vessel noo!
"Gien I hadna been yer verra gude lord
I wad hae thrawn yer neck!
Bot—ye wha loutit Skipper o' Doon,
Rise up Yerl o' Waterydeck."
The skipper he rasena: "Yer grace is great;
Yèr wull it can heize or ding;
Wi' ae wee word ye hae made me a yerl—