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" I despised the crown o' gold, The yellow silk also ; And I am come to my true love,
But with me she'll not go." 20
" My husband he is a carpenter, Makes his bread on dry land, And I hae born him a young son,— Wi' you I will not gang."
" You must forsake your dear husband, 25 Your little young son also, Wi' me to sail the raging seas,
"Where the stormy winds do blow."
" 0 what hae you to keep me wi',
If I should with you go ? so
If I'd forsake my dear husband, My little young son also ? "
" See ye not yon seven pretty ships, The eighth brought me to land; With merchandize and mariners, ss
And wealth in every hand ? "
She turn'd her round upon the shore,
Her love's ships to behold; Their topmasts and their mainyards
Were cover'd o'er wi' gold. *>