SIR PATRICK SPENS—M
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Buchan's Gleaning, p. 196, “from a very intelligent old
man.”
1
There shall no man go to my ship
Till I say mass and dine,
And take my leave of my lady;
Go to my bonny ship syne.
2
When he was up at the top-mast head
Around could naething see,
But terrible storm in the air aboon,
And below the roaring sea.
3
‘Come down, come down, my good master,
You see not what I see;
For thro an thro your bonny ship's side
I see the green salt sea.’
4
Lang lang will the ladies look,
Wi their gown-tails owre their crown,
Before they see Sir Patrick Spens
Sailing to Dunferline town.
