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The Children's Book by  Horace E. Scudder
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SIR PATRICK SPENS

The king sits in Dunfermline town,

Drinking the blude-red wine:

"Oh where will I get a skeely skipper

To sail this new ship of mine?"


Oh up and spake an eldern knight,

Sat at the king's right knee:

"Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor

That ever sailed the sea."


Our king has written a braid letter,

And sealed it with his hand,

And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens,

Was walking on the strand.


'To Noroway, to Noroway,

To Noroway o'er the faem;

The king's daughter of Noroway,

" ' T is thou maun bring her Name!"


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The first word that Sir Patrick read,

Sae loud, loud laughed he,

The neist word that Sir Patrick read,

The tear blindit his e'e.


"Oh wha is this has done this deed,

And tauld the king o' me,

To send us out at this time of the year,

To sail upon the sea?


"Be it wind, be it weet, be it hail, be it sleet,

Our ship must sail the faem;

The king's daughter of Noroway,

'T is we must fetch her hame."


They hoysed their sails on Monenday morn

Wi' a' the speed they may;

They hae landed in Noroway

Upon a Wodensday.


They hadna been a week, a week

In Noroway, but twae,

When that the lords o' Noroway

Began aloud to say:


"Ye Scottishmen spend a' our king's gowd

And a' our queenè's fee."

"Ye lie, ye lie, ye liars loud!

Fu' loud I hear ye lie!


"For I hae brought as much white monie

As gane my men and me,

And I brought a half-fou o' gude red gowd

Out oure the sea wi' me.


"Make ready, make ready, my merry men a'!

Our gude ship sails the morn."

"Now, ever alake I my master dear,

I fear a deadly storm!


"I saw the new moon, late yestreen,

Wi' the auld moon in her arm;

And if we gang to sea, master,

I fear we'll come to harm."


They hadna sailed a league, a league,

A league, but barely three,

When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud,

And gurly grew the sea.


The ankers brak, and the topmasts lap,

It was sic a deadly storm;

And the waves came o'er the broken ship

Till a' her sides were torn.


"Oh where will I get a gude sailor

To take my helm in hand,

Till I get up to the tall topmast,

To see if I can spy land?"


"Oh here am I, a sailor gude,

To take the helm in hand,

Till you go up to the tall topmast,—

But I fear you'll ne'er spy land."


He hadna gane a step, a step,

A step, but barely ane,

When a boult flew out of our goodly ship,

And the salt sea it came in.


Gae fetch a web o' the silken claith,

Another o' the twine,

And wap them into our ship's side

And let na the sea come in."


They fetched a web o' the silken claith,

Another o' the twine,

And they wapped them roun' that gude ship's side,

But still the sea came in.


Oh laith, laith were our gude Scots lords

To weet their cork-heeled shoon!

But Lang or a' the play was played,

They wat their hats aboon.


And mony was the feather-bed

That floated on the faem,

And mony was the gude lord's son

That never mair cam hame.


The ladyes wrange their fingers white,

The maidens tore their hair;

A' for the sake of their true loves,

For them they'll see na mair.


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Oh lang, lang may the ladyes sit,

Wi' their fans into their hand,

Before they see Sir Patrick Spens

Come sailing to the strand!


And lang, lang may the maidens sit,

Wi' their gowd kaims in their hair,

A' waiting for their ain dear loves,

For them they'll see na mair.


Oh forty miles off Aberdeen

'T is fifty fathoms deep,

And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens

Wi' the Scots lords at his feet.


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