The boy he bent his breast and away he swam back again,
Saying, Master take me up, or I shall be slain,
For I have sunk them in the Low Lands Low.
6
‘I’ll not take you up,’ the master he cried;
‘I’ll not take you up,’ the master replied;
‘I will kill you, I will shoot you, I will send you with the tide,
I will sink you in the Low Lands Low.’
7
The boy he swam round all by the starboard-side;