They hadna sail’d far till the young thing cried ‘Woman!’
‘What can a woman do, love, I will do for ye.
VI
‘Lay about, steer about, lay our ship cannie[196],
Do all ye can to save my dear Annie.’
VII
‘There’s fey[197] folk in our ship, she winna sail for me,
There’s fey folk in our ship, she winna sail [ony].’
VIII
They’ve castin’ black bullets twice six and forty,
And ae the black bullet fell on bonnie Annie.
IX
‘Ye’ll tak me in your arms twa, lo, lift me cannie,
Throw me out owre-board, your ain dear Annie.’