The Winds

O weary fa' the east wind,

And weary fa' the west:

And gin I were under the wan waves wide

I wot weel wad I rest.

O weary fa' the north wind,

And weary fa' the south:

The sea went ower my good lord's head

Or ever he kissed my mouth.

Weary fa' the windward rocks,

And weary fa' the lee:

They might hae sunken seven score ships,

And let my love's gang free.

And weary fa' ye, mariners a',

And weary fa' the sea:

It might hae taken an hundred men,

And let my ae love be.