She drived forth into our oceán Throughout our wildë sea, till at the last Under an hold, 1559 that nempnen 1560 I not can, Far in Northumberland, the wave her cast, And in the sand her ship sticked so fast, That thennës would it not in all a tide: 1561 The will of Christ was that she should abide.

The Constable of the castle down did fare 1562 To see this wreck, and all the ship he sought, 1563 And found this weary woman full of care; He found also the treasure that she brought: In her languágë mercy she besought, The life out of her body for to twin, 1564 Her to deliver of woe that she was in.