3 The boy bent his breast and away he jumpt in; He swam till he came to this Turkish galleon, As she laid on the Low Lands Low. 4 The boy he had an auger to bore holes two at twice; While some were playing cards, and some were playing dice, He let the water in, and it dazzled in their eyes, And he sunk them in the Low Lands Low. 5 The boy he bent his breast and away he swam back again, Saying, Master take me up, or I shall be slain, For I have sunk them in the Low Lands Low. 6 ‘I’ll not take you up,’ the master he cried; ‘I’ll not take you up,’ the master replied; ‘I will kill you, I will shoot you, I will send you with the tide, I will sink you in the Low Lands Low.’ 7 The boy he swam round all by the starboard-side; They laid him on the deck, and it’s there he soon died; Then they sewed him up in an old cow’s-hide, And they threw him overboard, to go down with the tide, And they sunk him in the Low Lands Low. * * * * * =A.= Sir Walter Raleigh sailing in the Low-lands: Shewing how the famous ship called The Sweet Trinity was taken by a false gally, and how it was again restored by the craft of a little sea-boy, who sunk the galley: as the following song will declare. To the tune of The Sailing of the Low-land. (End.) This may be printed. R. L. S. (Sir R. L’Estrange was licenser from 1663 to 1685.) Printed for J. Conyers at the Black-Raven, the first shop in Fetter-Lane next Holborn. (J. Conyers, 1682-91. Chappell.) =a.= 7^1. at somt dice. =B. a.= 8^1. Oh. =b.= _The variations are but trifling._ 7. And awa, and awa, and awa swam he, Till he swam up to. 8^2. He just took out a gimlet and bored sixty holes and thrice. 9^2. But they couldna run awa from the saltwater drops. 10. Then awa, and awa, and awa swam he, Till he swam back to. 12^1. I’ll na: rope, I’ll na. 12^2. I’ll na: unto thee: my word. 13. An ye na throw me oer a rope an ye na pull me up aboard, I’ll just sink ye. 14^2. And they proved unto him as good as their word. =c.= 1 There was an auncient ship, and an auncient ship was she, Eee eedle ee, in the Lowlands so low And the name of the ship was The Golden Vanitie. As she sailed from the Lowlands so low 2 She had not sailed a league, no, not a league but three, Until that shee spied a French galley. 3 ‘It’s master, O master, what’ll ye gie me, If I go and sink yon French galley?’ 4 O then said the master, I will gie till ye The half of my lands in the South Countrie. 5 ‘It’s I’ll gie ye meat, and I’ll gie ye fee, And my eldest daughter your bride for to be.’ 6 ‘It’s wrap me up tight in a gude bull’s-skin, And throw me over deck-board, sink I or swim.’