The next line that Sir Patrick red,
The teir blinded his ee.
“O wha is this has don this deid,
This ill deid don to me,
To send me out this time o’ the yeir,
To sail upon the se!
“Mak haste, mak haste, my mirry men all,
Our guid schip sails the morne.”
“O say na sae[12], my master deir,
For I feir a deadlie storme.