Sir Patrick Spens
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The King he sits in Dunfermline town drinking the blood red wine
Where will I get me a good mariner to sail seven ships of mine
Up and spoke an aged lord sat at the King's right knee
"Sir Patrick Spens is the best mariner that ever sailed on the sea"
The King he has written a broad letter, he signed it with his own hand
And he sent it on to Patrick Spens walking along the strand
The very first line Patrick read, a light laugh then gave he
The very next line Patrick read, the salt tear blinded his eye
"Who's this has done this deed, told the King on me
To send me out this time of year to sail all on the sea"
"Make haste, make haste, my merry men
All, our good ship sails in the morn"
"Oh no alas, my master dear, I fear a deadly storm
Late yestreen I saw the new moon with the old moon in her arm
And I fear, I fear my master dear, our ship will come to harm"
"Come eat, come drink, my merry men
All, our good ship sails in the morn
Whether it be windy or whether it be
Wet, whether there's a deadly storm"
They had not sailed a league, a league, and a league but barely nine
When wind and wet and hurricane come blowing from behind
Where will I get me a good sailor to take the helm in hand
While I climb up to the top mast high to see if I can spy land
The very first step that Patrick took, the water had come to his knee
The very next step that Patrick took
He was drowned in the salt, salt sea
And many were the fine feather beds that floated on the foam
And many were the good Scots lords that never never more come home
Long, long may the ladies sit with the gold combs in their hands
Till they see Sir Patrick Spens come a sailing to the land
And long, long may the good nurse sit with the baby on her knee
Until she sees the good Scots lords come to pay her nurse's fee
Harp Oar, Harp Oar to Aberdour, 'tis fifty fathoms deep
There lies good Sir Patrick Spens with the Scots lords at his feet