He went to search his son, the ring he found,
Then hand and foot this harmless child he bound,
And lashed him till the blood did run,
While she, hard-hearted wretch, look'd on.
She said, "Send this wicked rogue to sea,
Least that he should disgrace our family;
I'll get a master for him soon," she cry'd,
"For he no longer shall with me abide."
He gave consent, and she a master got,
And he was sent away, hard was his lot,