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Sir Patrick Spens 
Sir Patrick Spens 
The King sits in Dumferlane toon A-drinkin' at the wine And he has called for the best skipper In Fife and all the land 
Then out there spoke an old carle Sat by the King's own knee Says, "Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor That ever sailed the sea" 
The King has written a long letter And signed it with his own hand And sent it to young Patrick Spens Was walking on Leith strand 
"To Norowa, to Norowa To Norowa over the foam The King's daughter of Norowa Tis you must bring her home" 
The first line that Sir Patrick read A loud, loud laugh laughed he The next line that Sir Patrick read A tear blinded his e'e 
"Oh who is this has done this deed And told the King of me To send me out this time of year To sail upon the sea?" 
They hadn't been in Norowa A week but barely three When all the lords of Norowa Got up and spak' so free 
"The outland Scots waste our King's gold And swallow our Queen's fee" "Oh weary for the tongue that speaks Such a mortal lie" 
"Take tent, take tent, my good men all 
Make sure you are well forn For come it wind or come it rain Our good ship sails the morn" 
Then out there spoke the weatherman "I fear we'll all be drownded For I saw the new moon late yestere'en With the old moon in her arms" 
They had not sailed a league, a league A league but barely three When the lift grew dark and the wind blew loud And surly grew the sea 
Oh loath, loath were the good Scots lords To wear their cork-heeled shoon But long e'er all the ploy was played They wore their hats aboon 
Half over, half over by Aberdeen Where the sea's so wide and deep It's there that lies young Patrick Spens With the Scots lord at his feet 
Child #58 SOF