XV
He hadna gane a step, a step,
A step but barely ane,
When a bolt flew out of our goodly ship,
And the saut sea it came in.
XVI
‘Go fetch a web o’ the silken claith,
Another o’ the twine,
And wap[467] them into our ship’s side,
And let nae the sea come in.’
XVII
They fetch’d a web o’ the silken claith,
Another o’ the twine,
And they wapp’d them round that gude ship’s side,
But still the sea came in.
XVIII
O laith, laith were our gude Scots lords
To wet their cork-heel’d shoon;
But lang or a’ the play was play’d
They wat their hats aboon.
XIX
And mony was the feather bed
That flatter’d[468] on the faem;
And mony was the gude lord’s son
That never mair cam hame.