He has ta’en her in his arms twa, lo, lifted her cannie,
He has laid her on a bed of down, his ain dear Annie.
XI
‘What can a woman do, love, I’ll do for ye:’
‘Muckle can a woman do, ye canna do for me.’
XII
‘Lay about, steer about, lay our ship cannie,
Do all ye can to save my dear Annie.’
XIII
‘I’ve laid about, steer’d about, laid about cannie,
Our ship’s on a sand-bank, she winna sail [ony]—
XIV
‘Ye’ll take her in your arms twa, lo, lift her cannie,
And throw her out owre-board, your ain dear Annie.’