That night enlisted in the core,
Lang after kent on Carrick shore!
(For mony a beast to dead she shot, death
And perish'd mony a bonnie boat,
And shook baith meikle corn and bear, barley
And kept the country-side in fear.)
Her cutty sark, o' Paisley harn, short-shift, coarse linen
That while a lassie she had worn,
In longitude tho' sorely scanty,
It was her best, and she was vauntie. proud