Page:Jenny of Aberdeen.pdf/5

 Tho’ cannons roar, yet, ſafe from harm, William ſhall to his dear return: Love turns aſide the balls that round me fly, Leſt precious tears ſhould drop from Suſan’s eye,

The boatswain gave the dreadful word. The ſails their ſwelling boſoms ſpread; No longer muſt ſhe ſtay on board. They kiſt’d, ſhe ſigh’d, he hung his head; Her lef ing boat, unwilling, rows to land, Adieu, ſhe cries, and wav’d her lily hand.



Up the wild foreſt, and down the wild foreſt, and down by yon green-wood tree. And there ſpy’d a jolly briſk Tanner, and a brave briſk Tanner was he.

O what occupation are you, ſays the King? O what occupation are you? A tanner, a tanner, a barker of leather. What de’il occupation are ye, quoth the Tanner?

O I am a Courtier, replied the King, and a Courtier I be. I once had a brother of your occupation, was hanged, and ſo will ye, ſays the Tanner.