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No prayers could keep her down below,
With Ben she’d stay, all perils sharing:
When cruel Fate ordain’d it so,
Ere Ben had time to say, How fare ye?
An envious ball convey’d the blow,
That clos’d in death the eyes of Mary!

Ben’s arms receiv’d the falling fair,
Grief, rage and love his bosom tearing,
His eyes reflecting wild despair,
No more for life or safety caring:
Close came the foe, Ben madly cried,
“Ye envious pow’rs come on, I dare ye,”
Then springing from the vessel’s side,
Rush’d on the foe, and died for Mary.

In simmer when the hay was mawn,
An’ corn wav’d green in ilka field,
While clover blooms white o’er the lea,
An roses blaw in ilka bield;
Blythe Bessy in the milking shiel,
Says I’ll be wed come o’t what will;
Out spak a dame in wrinkled eild,
O’ gude advisement comes nae ill.