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30
Sir Patrick Spens
SIR PATRICK SPENS—K
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It's when he read the letter owerA licht lauch then leuch he;
But lang ere he wan the end o it
The saut tear filled his ee.
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‘O woe be to the man,’ he says,‘That's tauld the king o me;
Altho he be my ain brither,
Some ill death mat he dee!
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‘For be it weet, or be it win,
My bonnie ship sails the morn.’
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‘For late the streen I saw the new meen,Bit an the auld ane tee,
An it fears me sair, my good maister,
For a tempest in the sea.’
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Till up it rase the win an storm,
An a tempest i the sea.
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It's throch an throu the comely cog
There comes the green raw sea.
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‘Call upo your men, maister,An dinna call on me,
For ye drank them weel ere ye tuke the gate,
But O nane gae ye me.
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‘Ye beat my back, an beat my sides,When I socht hose an sheen;
So call upo your men, maister,
As they lie drunk wi wine.’
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‘Come doon, come doon, my bonnie boy,An tak my helm in han;
Gin ever we live to gae to lan,
I'll wed ye wi my daughter Ann.’
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‘Ye used me ill, my guid maister,When we was on the lan,
But nevertheless, my gude maister,
I'll tak your helm in han.’
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O laith, laith was oor bonny boysTo weet their cork-heeled shoes;
But lang ere a' the play was played,
They wat their yallow broos.
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O laith, laith was oor bonnie boysTo weet their cork-heeled sheen;
But lang ere a' the play was played,
They wat their hair abeen.
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‘O lang, lang will my lady leuk,Wi the lantern in her han,
Afore she see my bonnie ship
Come sailin to dry lan.’
14
Atween Leith an AberdeenLies mony a craig an sea,
An there it lies young Patrick Spens,
An mony bonnie boys him wi.
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