3
'Oh what shall I do! oh what shall come o me!
Baith father and mither will think naething o me.'
4
'Gae up to your father, bring down gowd and money,
And I'll take ye ower to a braw Irish ladie.'
5
She gade to her father, brought down gowd and money,
And she's awa ower to a braw Irish ladie.
6
She hadna sailed far till the young thing cried 'Women!'
'What women can do, my dear, I'll do for you.'
7
'O haud your tongue, foolish man, dinna talk vainly,
For ye never kent what a woman driet for you.
8
'Gae wash your hands in the cauld spring water,
And dry them on a towel a' giltit wi silver.
9
'And tak me by the middle, and lift me up saftlie,
And throw me ower shipboard, baith me and my babie.'
10
He took her by the middle, and lifted her saftly,
And threw her ower shipboard, baith her and her babie.
11
Sometimes she did sink, sometimes she did float it,
Until that she cam to the high banks o Yarrow.
12
'O captain tak gowd, O sailors tak money,
And launch out your sma boat till I sail for my honey.'