X
‘I saw the new moon late yestreen
Wi’ the auld moon in her arm;
And if we gang to sea, master,
I fear we’ll come to harm.’
XI
They hadna sail’d a league, a league,
A league but barely three,
When the lift[465] grew dark, and the wind blew loud,
And gurly grew the sea.
XII
The ankers brak, and the topmast lap[466],
It was sic a deadly storm:
And the waves cam owre the broken ship
Till a’ her sides were torn.
XIII
‘O where will I get a gude sailor
To tak’ my helm in hand,
Till I get up to the tall topmast
To see if I can spy land?’—
XIV
‘O here am I, a sailor gude,
To tak’ the helm in hand,
Till you go up to the tall topmast,
But I fear you’ll ne’er spy land.’