"'The wind slept when we left the bay,
But soon it waked and raised the main;
And God he bore us down the deep—
Wha strave wi' him, but strave in vain.
He stretch'd his arm and took me up,
Tho' laith I was to gang but thee:
I look frae heaven aboon the storm,
Sae Mary, weep nae mair for me!
"'Take aff thae bride-sheets frae thy bed,
Which thou hast faulded down for me,