And I brought a half-fou o’ gude red goud,

Out o’er the sea wi’ me.

“Make ready, make ready, my merrymen a’!

Our gude ship sails the morn,”—

“Now, ever alake, my master dear,

I fear a deadly storm!

“I saw the new moon, late yestreen,

Wi’ the auld moon in her arm;

And, if we gang to sea, master,

I fear we’ll come to harm.”