And far whiter her neck--
Her long locks in armfuls
Overflow'd all the deck:
One hand on the rudder
She pleasantly laid,
Another on Sandy,
And merrily said--
"Thy halve-net has wrought thee
A gallant day's darg--
Thou'rt monarch of Solway,
My young Sandy Harg."

Oh, loud laugh'd young Sandy,
And swore by the mass,
"I'll never reign king,
But mid gowans and grass:"
Oh, loud laugh'd young Sandy,
And swore, "By thy hand,
My May Morley, I'm thine,
Both by water and land!
'Twere marvel if mer-woman,
Slimy and slarg,
Could rival the true love
Of young Sandy Harg."

She knotted one ringlet.
Syne knotted she twain,
And sang--lo! thick darkness
Dropp'd down on the main--
She knotted three ringlets,