13
'How can I tak gowd, how can I tak money?
My ship's on a sand bank, she winna sail for me.'
14
The captain took gowd, the sailors took money,
And they launchd out their sma boat till he sailed for his honey.
15
'Mak my love a coffin o the gowd sae yellow,
Whar the wood it is dear, and the planks they are narrow,
And bury my love on the high banks o Yarrow.'
16
They made her a coffin o the gowd sae yellow,
And buried her deep on the high banks o Yarrow.
[A].
Printed by Kinloch in four-line stanzas.
161. coffin off the Goats of Yerrow.
[B].