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Sir Patrick Spens
SIR PATRICK SPENS—I
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The king sits in Dunfermline town,A-drinking at the wine;
Says, Where will I get a good skipper,
Will sail the saut seas fine?
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Out it speaks an eldren knightAmang the companie:
‘Young Patrick Spens is the best skipper
That ever saild the sea.’
3
The king he wrote a braid letter,And seald it wi his ring;
Says, Ye'll gie that to Patrick Spens,
See if ye can him find.
4
He sent this not wi an auld man,Nor yet a simple boy,
But the best o nobles in his train
This letter did convoy.
5
When Patrick lookd the letter uponA light laugh then gae he;
But ere he read it till an end,
The tear blinded his ee.
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‘Ye'll eat and drink, my merry men a',An see ye be weell thorn;
For blaw it weet, or blaw it wind,
My guid ship sails the morn.’
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Then out it speaks a guid auld man,A guid death mat he dee!
‘Whatever ye do, my guid master,
Tak God your guide to bee.
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‘For late yestreen I saw the new moon,The auld moon in her arm:’
‘Ohon, alas!’ says Patrick Spens,
‘That bodes a deadly storm.
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‘But I maun sail the seas the morn,And likewise sae maun you;
To Noroway, wi our king's daughter,
A chosen queen she's now.
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‘But I wonder who has been sae baseAs tauld the king o mee;
Even tho he ware my ae brither,
An ill death mat he dee!’
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Now Patrick he riggd out his ship,And sailed ower the faem,
But mony a dreary thought had hee,
While hee was on the main.
12
They hadna saild upon the seaA day but barely three,
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It's there where they must bee.
13
They hadna stayed into that placeA month but and a day,
Till he causd the flip in mugs gae roun,
And wine in cans sae gay.
14
The pipe and harp sae sweetly playd,The trumpets loudly soun;
In every hall where in they stayd,
Wi their mirth did reboun.
15
Then out it speaks an auld skipper,An inbearing dog was hee:
‘Ye've stayd ower lang in Noroway,
Spending your king's monie.’
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Then out it speaks Sir Patrick Spens:‘O how can a’ this bee?
I hae a bow o guid red gowd
Into my ship wi mee.
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‘But betide me well, betide me wae,This day I'se leave the shore,
And never spend my king's monie
Mong Noroway dogs no more.’
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Young Patrick hee is on the sea,And even on the faem,
Wi five-an-fifty Scots lords' sons,
That langd to bee at hame.
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They hadna saild upon the seaA day but barely three,
Till loud and boistrous grew the wind,
And stormy grew the sea.
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‘O where will I get a little wee boyWill tak my helm in hand,
Till I gae up to my tapmast,
And see for some dry land?’
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He hadna gane to his tapmastA step but barely three,
Ere thro and thro the bonny ship's side
He saw the green haw sea.
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‘There are five-an-fifty feather bedsWell packed in ae room;
And ye'll get as muckle guid canvas
As wrap the ship a' roun.
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‘Ye'll pict her well, and spare her not,And mak her hale and soun:’
But ere he had the word well spoke
The bonny ship was down.
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O laith, laith were our guid lords' sonsTo weet their milk-white hands;
But lang ere a' the play was ower,
They wat their gowden bands.
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O laith, laith were our Scots lords' sonsTo weet their coal-black shoon;
But lang ere a' the play was ower,
They wat their hats aboon.
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It's even ower by AberdourIt's fifty fathoms deep,
And yonder lies Sir Patrick Spens,
And a's men at his feet.
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It's even ower by Aberdour,There's mony a craig and fin,
And yonder lies Sir Patrick Spens,
Wi mony a guid lord's son.
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Lang, lang will the ladyes look,Into their morning weed,
Before they see young Patrick Spens
Come sailing ower the fleed.
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Lang, lang will the ladyes look,Wi their fans in their hand,
Before they see him Patrick Spens
Come sailing to dry land.
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