Then round went the good ship, And thrice she went round, The third time she brast herself With a down-derry-down! Some cried misericordia, And others did swoun; But up there stood a guardsman A naked man and brown "You are the Queen of Carthage And gey young to drown; But hold you to my girdle That goes me around; And swim with me to Saaron, As I will be bound."