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The king sits in Dunfermline town	A
Drinking the blude red wine	B
O whare will I get a skeely skipper	C
To sail this new ship of mine	B
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O up and spak' an eldern knight	D
Sat at the king's right knee	E
Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor	C
That ever sailed the sea	E
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Our king has written a braid letter	C
And seated it with his hand	F
And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens	G
Was walking on the strand	F
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To Noroway to Noroway	H
To Noroway o'er 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	E
The neist word that Sir Patrick read	J
The tear blinded his ee	E
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O wha is this has done this deed	K
And tauld the king o' me	E
To send us out at this time of the year	L
To sail upon the sea	E
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Be it wind be it weet be it hail be it sleet	M
Our ship must sail the faem	E
The king's daughter of Noroway	H
'Tis we must fetch her hame	E
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They hoysed their sails an Moneday morn	N
Wi' a' the speed they may	E
They hae landed in Noroway	H
Upon a Wednesday	E
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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	E
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Ye Scottishmen spend a' our king's goud	E
And a' our queen's fee	E
Ye lie ye lie ye liars loud	E
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	E
And I brought a half fou of gude red goud	E
Out o'er the sea wi' me	E
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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	E
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I saw the new moon late yestreen	N
Wi' the old moon in her arm	E
And if we gang to sea master	C
I fear we'll come to harm	E
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They hadna sailed a league a league	R
A league but barely three	E
When the lift grew dark and the wind blew loud	E
And gurly grew the sea	E
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The ankers brak and the topmasts lap	S
It was sic a deadly storm	E
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 sail r	U
To take my helm in hand	E
Till I get up to the tall top mast	E
To see if I can spy land	E
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O here am I a sailor gude	E
To take the helm in hand	E
Till you go up to the tall top mast	E
But I fear you'll ne'er spy land	E
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He hadna gane a step a step	V
A step but barely ane	N
When a bout flew out of our goodly ship	T
And the salt sea it cam in	N
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Gae fetch a web of the silken claith	W
Another o' the twine	N
And wap them into our ship's side	E
And let nae the sea come in	N
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They fetched a web o' the silken claith	W
Another o' the twine	N
And they wapped them round that gude ship's side	E
But still the sea cam in	N
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O laith laith were our gude Scots lords	X
To weet their cork heeled shoon	N
But lang or a' the play was played	E
They wat their hats aboon	N
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And mony was the feather bed	E
That flattered on the faem	E
And mony was the gude lord's son	N
That never mair cam hame	E
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The ladies wrang their fingers white	E
The maidens tore their hair	Y
A' for the sake of their true loves	Z
For them they'll see nae mair	Y
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O lang lang may the ladies sit	E
Wi' their fans into their hand	E
Before they see Sir Patrick Spens	G
Come sailing to the strand	E
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And lang lang may the maidens sit	E
With their goud kaims in their hair	Y
A' waiting for their ain dear loves	Z
For them they'll see nae mair	Y
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O forty miles off Aberdeen	N
'Tis fifty fathoms deep	A2
And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens	G
Wi' the Scots lords at his feet	E

George Wharton Edwards

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