Motherwell's Minstrelsy, p. 93.
| 1 |
'I have seven ships upon the sea,
Laden with the finest gold,
And mariners to wait us upon;
All these you may behold. |
| 2 |
'And I have shoes for my love's feet,
Beaten of the purest gold,
And lin d wi the velvet soft,
To keep my love's feet from the cold. |
| 3 |
'O how do you love the ship?' he said,
'Or how do you love the sea?
And how do you love the bold mariners
That wait upon thee and me?' |
| 4 |
'O I do love the ship,' she said,
'And I do love the sea;
But woe be to the dim mariners,
That nowhere I can see!' |
| 5 |
They had not sailed a mile awa,
Never a mile but one,
When she bagan to weep and mourn,
And to think on her little wee son. |
| 6 |
'O hold your tongue, my dear,' he said,
'And let all your weeping abee,
For I'll soon show to you how the lilies grow
On the banks of Italy.' |
| 7 |
They had not sailed a mile awa,
Never a mile but two,
Until she espied his cloven foot,
From his gay robes sticking thro. |
| 8 |
They had not sailed a mile awa,
Never a mile but three,
When dark, dark, grew his eerie looks,
And raging grew the sea. |
| 9 |
They had not sailed a mile awa,
Never a mile but four,
When the little wee ship ran round about,
And never was seen more. |
