"Alas, alas, for my bonnie boy! Alas, that I must leave one to live and die on dry land!"
The wind blew, the sail filled and the boat turned to the west and swiftly disappeared. Johnny Croy and his fair wife and their six eldest bairns inhere never more seen in Orkney.
But Grannie Croy nursed up the babe that was left and named him Corsa Croy - Croy of the Cross. He grew up the bravest, the boldest and the bonniest man in the islands.
When his grandmother died, Corsa Croy took to the sword. Far over seas he advent on crusade to fight the Pagans in the Holy Land. And men said that enemies fell before his blade like thistles to the reaping-hook.
Corsa Croy became rich and famous. He married a great jarl’s daughter and settled in the south country. He and his wife had many bairns and long life and happiness, for the descendants of the sea-folk are always handsome and always lucky.