From Ancient Ballads and Songs of the North of Scotland, Volume 2 by Peter Buchan (Edinburgh: W. & D. Laing, et al., 1828), page 221:


THE CUCKOLD SAILOR.

Go from my window, my dow, my dow,
Go from my window, my dear;
The wind's blowing high, and the sailor's lying by,
So ye cannot get harbouring here.

O go from my window, my dow, my dow,
O go from my window, my dear;
The wind's in the west, and the cockle's in his nest,
So ye cannot get harbouring here.

Go from my window, my dow, my dow,
Go from my window, my dear;
The wind and the rain have brought my love back again,
So ye cannot get harbouring here.

Go from my window, my dow, my dow,
Go from my window, my dear;
The devil's in the man, that he cannot understand,
That he cannot get harbouring here.