POSTHUMOUS POEMS
He's taen him down to yon wan water-stand,
The tears fell ower his een;
Before he was weel in his goodly ship
The wind began to ween.
The tears fell ower his een;
Before he was weel in his goodly ship
The wind began to ween.
He's turned his face to the fair leeland,
He was right fu' o' care;
Before he was weel upon the sea,
The water was waxen sair.
He was right fu' o' care;
Before he was weel upon the sea,
The water was waxen sair.
Ye'll cast me in the heavy water
That is both green and black,
And ye'll bind my feet with a twine of silk;
Pray for the storms to slack.
That is both green and black,
And ye'll bind my feet with a twine of silk;
Pray for the storms to slack.
Ye'll cast me in the weary water
That is both green and grey,
And ye'll bind my arms upon my back;
Pray for the rains to stay.
That is both green and grey,
And ye'll bind my arms upon my back;
Pray for the rains to stay.
And they've cast over his fair body
In the water that was sae white;
And they drove over before the wind
A day's space and a night.
In the water that was sae white;
And they drove over before the wind
A day's space and a night.
The first wave that cam nigh the ship
It smote her in the side;
And ever alas! quo' the ae first man,
"This water is ill to bide!"
It smote her in the side;
And ever alas! quo' the ae first man,
"This water is ill to bide!"
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