My Bonny Lad

'Have you seen ought of my bonny lad,

And are you sure he's well, oh?

He's gone over land with his stick in his hand,

He's gone, to moor the keel, oh!'

'Yes, I've seen your bonny lad,

Up on the sea I spied him,

His grave is green, but not with grass,

You'll never lie aside him.'