POSTHUMOUS POEMS
"I have three sailing ships, Maisry,
For red wheat and for wine;
The maintopmast is a bonny mast,
Three furlongs off to shine.
For red wheat and for wine;
The maintopmast is a bonny mast,
Three furlongs off to shine.
"The foremast shines like new lammer,
The mizzenmast like steel:
Gin ye wad sail wi' me, Maisry,
The warst should carry ye weel."
The mizzenmast like steel:
Gin ye wad sail wi' me, Maisry,
The warst should carry ye weel."
"Gin I should sail wi' you, Lord John,
Out under the rocks red,
It's wha wad be my mither's bower-maiden
To hap saft her feet in bed?
Out under the rocks red,
It's wha wad be my mither's bower-maiden
To hap saft her feet in bed?
"Gin I should sail wi' you, Lord John,
Out under the rocks white,
There's nane wad do her a very little ease
To hap her left and right."
Out under the rocks white,
There's nane wad do her a very little ease
To hap her left and right."
It fell upon the midwinter,
She gat mickle scaith and blame;
She's bowed hersell by the white water
To see his ships come hame.
She gat mickle scaith and blame;
She's bowed hersell by the white water
To see his ships come hame.
She's leaned hersell against the wind,
To see upon the middle tide;
The faem was fallen in the running wind,
The wind was fallen in the waves wide.
To see upon the middle tide;
The faem was fallen in the running wind,
The wind was fallen in the waves wide.
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