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"Cast aft, cast aff thy Jewels fine,
" So coastly rich and brave,
" For they're too coastly and too good,
"To sink in the sea wave.
" Her jewels fine she then put aff,
" And thus she made her moan,
" Have mercy on a virgin young,
" I pray thee, sweet Sir John.
" Cast aff thy coats, and gay manteel,
" And smock o' Holland lawn,
" For their owre costly and owre guid,
" To rot in the sea sawn.
" Then turn thee round, I pray Sir John,
" See the leaf flee owre the tree,
" For it never befitted a book learned man,
" A naked lady to see.
" As fause Sir John did turn him round,
" To see the leaf flee owre the tree--
" She grasped him in her arms sma'
" And flung him in the sea.
" Now lie ye there ye wild Sir John,
" Whar ye thought to lay me,
" Ye wad hae drown'd me as naked's I was born,
" But ye's get your claes frae me.
