8 She has taken up her two little babes, Kissd them baith cheek and chin: ‘O fair ye weel, my ain two babes, For I'll never see you again.'

9 She set her foot upon the ship,

No mariners could she behold;
But the sails were o the taffetie,

And the masts o the beaten gold.

10 She had not sailed a league, a league,
A league but barely three,
When dismal grew his countenance,
And drumlie 2 grew

1 Often called James Harris.

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2 gloomy.

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