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 'Now, ever alake, my master dear, I fear a deadly storm.

I saw the new moon late yestreen

Wi' the auld moon in her arm; And, if we gang to sea, master,

I fear we'll come to harm.'

They hadna sailed a league, a league,

A league but barely three, When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud,

And gurly grew the sea.

'O where will I get a gude sailor

To tak' my helm in hand, Till I gae up to the tall topmast

To see if I can spy land? '

'O here am I, a sailor gude,

To tak' the helm in hand, Till you gae up to the tall topmast;

But I fear you'll ne'er spy land.'

He hadna gane a step, a step,

A step but barely ane, When a bolt flew out o' our goodly ship,

And the salt sea it came in.

'Gae fetch a web o' the silken claith,

Anither o' the twine, And wap them into our ship's side,

And letna the sea come in.'

They fetched a web o' the silken claith, Anither o' the twine,

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