Sir Patrick Spens Lyrics

The King sits in Dunfermline town Drinking the blood-red wine 'O whar will I find a skeely skipper to sail the guid schip of mine ? Then up and spake an eldern Knicht Sat at the King's right knee 'Sir Patrick Spens is the finest sailor that ever sailed the sea The king has written a braid letter and signed it wi his hand and send it to Sir Patrick Spens was walking on the strand The first line that Sir Patrick read A loud laugh laughed he The second line Sir Patrick read A tear blinded his ee 'O wha is this has done this deed This ill deed done tae me To send me our this time o' the yeir Tae sail upon the sea Make haste, make haste, my mirry men our guid ship sails the morn 'O say na mae my master dear For I fear a deadly storm Late late, yestreen I saw the new moone wi the auld morne in her arm and I fear, I fear my master dear the we will come to harme 'O our scots noble wer richt laith To wet their cork-heeled schoone But lang owre a the play wer played their hats they swam aboone 'O lang lang may their ladies sit wi their fans intae their hand eir they see Sir Patrick Spens Come sailin the land 'O lang lang may their ladies stand wi their gold kems in their hair waitin for their ain dear lords they'll nae see them nae mair Half owre, hald owre tae Aberdour tis fifty fadom deep And their lies guid Sir Patrick Spens Wi the Scots lords at his feet