She thought her love had been on the sea,
Fast sailing to Bee Ho’m;
But he was in a quiet cham’er[462],
Hearing his ladie’s moan.
VI
‘Be husht, be husht, my ladie dear,
I pray thee mourn not so;
For I am deep sworn on a book
To Bee Ho’m for to go.’
VII
She has gien him a chain of the beaten gowd,
And a ring with a ruby stone:
‘As lang as this chain your body binds,
Your blude can never be drawn.
VIII
‘But gin this ring shou’d fade or fail,
Or the stone shou’d change its hue,
Be sure your love is dead and gone,
Or she has proved untrue.’
IX
He had no been at Bonny Bee Ho’m
A twelve month and a day,
Till, looking on his gay gowd ring,
The stone grew dark and gray.