“Sae does it weet my skin;
And my aching heart rins round about,
The burn maks sic a din.
“The water is waxing deeper still,
Sae does it wax mair wide;
And aye the farther that we ride on,
Farther off is the other side.
“Oh, help me now, thou fause fause Knight!
Have pity on my youth;
For now the water jawes owre my head,