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Border Minstrelsy	A
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The king sits in Dunfermline town	B
Drinking the blude red wine o	C
O whare will I get a skeely skipper	D
To sail this new ship of mine o	C
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O up and spake an eldern knight	E
Sat at the king's right knee	F
Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor	D
That ever saild the sea	F
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Our king has written a braid letter	D
And seald it with his hand	G
And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens	A
Was walking on the strand	G
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To Noroway to Noroway	H
To Noroway oer the faem	I
The king's daughter of Noroway	H
'Tis thou maun bring her hame	I
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The first word that Sir Patrick read	J
Sae loud loud laughed he	F
The neist word that Sir Patrick read	J
The tear blinded his ee	F
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O wha is this has done this deed	K
And tauld the king o me	F
To send us out at this time of the year	L
To sail upon the sea	F
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Be it wind be it weet be it hall be it sleet	M
Our ship must sail the faem	F
The king's daughter of Noroway	H
'Tis we must fetch her hame	F
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They hoysed their sails on Monenday morn	N
Wi' a' the speed they may	F
They hae landed in Noroway	H
Upon a Wodensday	M
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They hadna been a week a week	O
In Noroway but twae	H
When that the lords o Noroway	H
Began aloud to say	F
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Ye Scottishmen spend a' our king's goud	M
And a' our queenis fee	F
Ye lie ye lie ye liars loud	M
Fu' loud I hear ye lie	P
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For I brought as much white monie	N
As gane my men and me	F
And I brought a half fou' o' gude red goud	M
Out o'er the sea wi' me	F
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Make ready make ready my merry men a'	Q
Our gude ship sails the morn	N
Now ever alake my master dear	L
I fear a deadly storm	F
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I saw the new moon late yestreen	N
Wi' the auld moon in her arm	F
And if we gang to sea master	D
I fear we'll come to harm	F
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They hadna sail'd a league a league	R
A league but barely three	F
When the lift grew dark and the wind blew loud	M
And gurly grew the sea	F
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The ankers brak and the top masts lap	S
It was sic a deadly storm	F
And the waves cam o'er the broken ship	T
Till a' her sides were torn	N
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O where will I get a gude sailor	D
To take my helm in hand	M
Till I get up to the tall top mast	M
To see if I can spy land	M
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O here am I a sailor gude	M
To take the helm in hand	M
Till you go up to the tall top mast	M
But I fear you'll ne'er spy land	M
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He hadna gane a step a step	U
A step but barely ane	N
When a bout flew out of our goodly ship	T
And the salt sea it came in	N
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Gae fetch a web o' the silken claith	V
Another o' the twine	N
And wap them into our ship's side	M
And let na the sea come in	N
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They fetchd a web o the silken claith	V
Another o the twine	N
And they wapped them roun that gude ship's side	M
But still the sea came in	N
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O laith laith were our gude Scots lords	A
To weet their cork heel'd shoon	N
But lang or a the play was play'd	M
They wat their hats aboon	N
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And mony was the feather bed	M
That fluttered on the faem	F
And mony was the gude lord's son	N
That never mair cam hame	F
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The ladyes wrang their fingers white	M
The maidens tore their hair	W
A' for the sake of their true loves	A
For them they'll see na mair	W
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O lang lang may the ladyes sit	M
Wi' their fans into their hand	M
Before they see Sir Patrick Spens	A
Come sailing to the strand	M
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And lang lang may the maidens sit	M
Wi' their goud kaims in their hair	W
A' waiting for their ain dear loves	A
For them they'll see na mair	W
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O forty miles off Aberdeen	N
'Tis fifty fathoms deep	X
And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens	A
Wi' the Scots lords at his feet	M

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