'Now, ever alake, my master dear, I fear a deadly storm.
I saw the new moon late yestreen
Wi' the auld moon in her arm; And, if we gang to sea, master,
I fear we'll come to harm.'
They hadna sailed a league, a league,
A league but barely three, When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud,
And gurly grew the sea.
'O where will I get a gude sailor
To tak' my helm in hand, Till I gae up to the tall topmast
To see if I can spy land? '
'O here am I, a sailor gude,
To tak' the helm in hand, Till you gae up to the tall topmast;
But I fear you'll ne'er spy land.'
He hadna gane a step, a step,
A step but barely ane, When a bolt flew out o' our goodly ship,
And the salt sea it came in.
'Gae fetch a web o' the silken claith,
Anither o' the twine, And wap them into our ship's side,
And letna the sea come in.'
They fetched a web o' the silken claith, Anither o' the twine,
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