Wi' twenty-four brave mariners
To sail her out and hame.
But the weary wind began to rise,
The sea began to rout,

And my love and his bonny ship
Turned withershins about.

'There sall nae mantle cross my back,
No kaim gae in my hair,
Neither sall coal nor candle-light

Shine in my bower mair;
Nor sall I choose anither love,
Until the day I dee,

Sin' the Lawlands o' Holland,

Hae twinn'd my love and me.'

6 Noo haud your tongue, my daughter dear,
Be still, and bide content;
There's ither lads in Galloway;

Ye needna sair lament.'
"O there is nane in Galloway,
There's nane at a' for me.

I never lo'ed a lad but ane,

And he's drown'd in the sea.'

LXXIV

Bonnie Annie

THERE was a rich lord, and he lived in Forfar, He had a fair lady, and one only dochter.

O she was fair, O dear, she was bonnie!

A ship's captain courted her to be his honey.

There cam a ship's captain out owre the sea sailing, He courted this young thing till he got her wi' bairn.

'Ye'll steal your father's gowd, and your mother's money,

And I'll mak ye a lady in Ireland bonnie.'

She's stown her father's gowd, and her mother's money,

But she was never a lady in Ireland bonnie.

'There's fey fowk in our ship, she winna sail for me,

There's fey folk in our ship, she winna sail for me.'

They've casten black bullets twice six and forty,
And ae the black bullet fell on bonnie Annie.

'Ye'll tak me in your arms twa, lo, lift me cannie, Throw me out owre board, your ain dear Annie.'

He has tane her in his arms twa, lo, lifted her cannie,

He has laid her on a bed of down, his ain dear
Annie.

'What can a woman do, love, I'll do for ye;'
'Muckle can a woman do, ye canna do for me.'

'Lay about, steer about, lay our ship cannie,
Do all ye can to save my dear Annie.'

'I've laid about, steerd about, laid about cannie, But all I can do, she winna sail for me.'

'Ye'll tak her in your arms twa, lo, lift her cannie, And throw her out owre board, your ain dear Annie.'

He has tane her in his arms twa, lo, lifted her cannie,
He has thrown her out owre board, his ain dear Annie.

As the ship sailed, bonnie Annie she swam,
And she was at Ireland as soon as them.

He made his love a coffin of the gowd sae yellow,
And buried his bonnie love down in a sea valley.

LXXV

The Sea-mans Compass:

or

A dainty new Ditty composed and pend, The deeds of brave Seamen to praise and commend,

Twas made by a Maid that to Gravesend did pass,

Now mark and you quickly shall hear how

it was.

To the tune of, 'The Tyrant hath stolen.'

As lately I travelled
towards Gravesend,

I heard a fair Damosel

a Sea-man commend, And as in a Tilt-boat

we passed along,

In praise of brave Sea-men
she sung this new Song,

Above and beneath ground
for wealth they have sought,
And when they have found it
to England 'tis brought,
With hazard of lives

by experience we see, There's none, &c.

Sea-men from beyond Seas

bring silver and gold, With Pearls and rich Jewels,

most rare to behold; With Silks and rich Velvets their credits to save, Or else you gay Ladies could not go so brave. This makes my heart merry,

as merry may be, There's none, &c.

The Sea-men brings Spices,

and Sugar so fine,

Which serve the brave gallants, to drink with their wine, With Lemmons and Oranges all of the best

To relish their Pallats

when they make a feast, Sweet Figs, Prunes, and Raysins by them brought home be, There's none, &c.

To comfort poor people the Sea-men do strive,