‘I charge ye all, ye mariners,
That sail upon the sea,
That neither my father nor mother get wit
The dog’s death I’m to die.
XXIV
‘For if my father and mother got wit,
And my bold brethren three,
O mickle wad be the gude red blude
This day wad be spilt for me!
XXV
‘O little did my mother ken,
The day she cradled me,
The lands I was to travel in
Or the death I was to die!’
FOOTNOTES:
[516] scale = drive away, get rid of.
[517] row’d = wrapped.
[518] greet = wail, cry.
[519] hooly = gently.