XXI
‘It fears me sair in Clyde Water
That he is drown’d therein!’
O they have sent for the King’s divers,
To dive for Young Hunting.
XXII
‘Gar dive, gar dive!’ the King he cried,
‘Gar dive for gold and fee!
O wha will dive for Young Hunting’s sake,
Or wha will dive for me?’
XXIII
They dived in at the tae water-bank,
They dived in at the tither:
‘We can dive no more for Young Hunting,
Altho’ he were our brither.’
XXIV
It fell that in that lady’s castle
The King was boun to bed,
And out it spake the popinjay
That flew abune his head:
XXV
‘Leave off, leave off, your day diving,
And dive upon the night;
And where that sackless[240] Knight lies slain
The candles will burn bright.’