"'Loup off your steed,' says fause Sir John,
'Your bridal bed you see--
Here have I drowned eight ladies fair,
The ninth one you shall be.
'Cast off,' says he, 'thy jewels fine,
Sae costly and sae brave;
They are ower gude, and ower costly,
To throw in the sea-wave.
'Cast off, cast off, your Holland smock,
And lay it on this stone;
It is ower fine and ower costly,
To rot in the saut sea-foam.'
'Oh! Turn ye then about, Sir John,
And look to the leaf of the tree,--
It is not comely for a man
A naked woman to see.'
He turned himself straight round about,
To look to the leaf o' the tree;
She has twined her arms about his waist,
And thrown him into the sea."