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SIR PATRICK SPEJTCE,
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The king sits in Dun.-ferm — line tow n, Drinking - the blude red wine; O
shese
U|j and spak an cldcrh knicht,
Sat . at the king's richt knee,
Sir Patrick Spencc is the best sailor,
That sails upon the sea.
The king - has written a brairl letter,
And sig-rid it wi' his hand,
And sent it to Sir Patrick Spencc,
Was walking" nn the sand .
The first line that Sir Patrif k red,
A loud l.iiuli lauchcd he;
The next lint that Sir Patrick red,
The tear Minded his ce.
O quha is this has Hone this dcid,
This ill dcid done to me;
To send me out this time o 1 the zeir,
To sail upon the sea.
Mak haste, mak haste, my mirry men a',
Our g;uid schip sails the morne.
O say na sac, my master dear,
For I feir a.dca.d-he storme .
I-ate late yestreen I saw the new moon,
Wi'thc auld moon in her armc,
And I feir, I feir, my dear master,
That we wull come to harmc .
O our Scotch nobles were richt laith,
To weet their cork heel d shoone;
Bot,lang; or a' the play was play'd,
They wat thair heads abonne.
O lang - , lang - , may thair ladies sit
Wi' thair fans into their hand,
Or eir they see Sir Patrick Spcnce
Cum sailing - to the land.
O lang, lang - , may thair ladies stand
Wi'' thair gold kerns in thair hair,
"Waiting for thair ain deir lordes,
For they'll see thame na mair.
Haff owre, half owre to Aberdour,
It's fiftic fadom deip;
And thair lies gnid Sir Patrick Spencc
Wi' the Scotch lordes at his feit .
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