Earl Patrick Graham
SIR PATRICK SPENS—P
1
Fu laith, fu laith was our braw Scots lords
To weet their coal black shoon;
But ere the battle a' was foucht,
Their hats war weet aboun.
2
Out and starts the mermaiden,
Wi a fan into her hand:
‘Keep up your hearts, my merry men a',
For ye're near the dry land.’
3
Out and spak Earl Patrick Graham,
Wi the saut tear in his ee:
‘Now sin we've seen the mermaiden,
Dry land we'll never see.’
4
Down below Dunbarton castle,
Full fifty fathoms deep,
There lies a' our braw Scots men,
Earl Patrick at their feet.
