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Skipper Patrick
SIR PATRICK SPENS—F
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The king he sits on Dunfermline hill,Drinking baith beer and wine; O
Says, Whare shall I get a good skipper,
That will sail the salt sea fine? O
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But out then speaks an Irish knight,Sat by the king's right knee:
‘Skipper Patrick is the best skipper
That ever my eyes did see.’
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The king has written a lang letter,And sealed it wi his hand,
And sent it to Skipper Patrick,
As he walked alang the sand.
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‘O wha is this, or wha is that,That's tauld the king of me?
For tho it had been the queen hersell,
She might hae let it be.
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‘But busk you, O busk, my merry men all,Sae merrily busk and boune,
For blaw the wind where eer it will,
Our gude ship sails the morn.’
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‘O no, O no, our dear master,It will be a deidly storm;
For yestreen I saw the new new mune,
Wi the auld mune in her arm;
It's a token, maister, or ye were born,
It will be a deadly storm.’
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‘But busk, O busk, my merrie men all,Our gude ship sails the morn,
For blow the wind whereer it will,
Our gude ship sails the morn.’
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They had na sailed a day, a day,A day but scarsely five,
Till Skipper Patrick's bonny ship
Began to crack and rive.
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It's bonny was the feather bedsThat swimmed alang the main,
But bonnier was our braw Scots lords,
They neer returned again.
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Our Scots lords they are all laithTo weet their coal black shoon;
But I trow or a' the play was played,
They wat their hair abune.
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Our ladies may stand upon the sand,Kembing down their yellow hair,
But they will neer see Skipper Patrick's ship
Come sailing in nae mair.
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Our ladies may stand upon the sandWi gloves upon their hand,
But they will never see Skipper Patrick's ship
Come sailing into the land.
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O vour and o vour to bonnie AberdourIt's fifty fadoms deep;
There you will find young Patrick lye,
Wi his Scots lords at his head.
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Row owre, row owre to Aberdour,It's fifty fadom deep;
And there lies Earl Patrick Spens,
His men all at his feet.
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