C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.
Sir Patrick Spens
By The Ballad
1.T
Drinking the blude-reid wine:
“O whar will I get guid sailor,
To sail this ship of mine?”
Sat at the kings right kne:
“Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor,
That sails upon the sea.”
And sign’d it wi’ his hand,
And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens,
Was walking on the sand.
A loud laugh laughed he;
The next line that Sir Patrick read,
The tear blinded his ee.
This ill deed done to me,
To send me out this time o’ the year,
To sail upon the sea!”
Our guide ship sails the morne:”
“O say na sae, my master dear,
For I fear a deadlie storme.
Wi’ the auld moone in hir arme,
And I fear, I fear, my dear master,
That we will come to harme.”
To weet their cork-heeled shoone;
But lang owre a’ the play wer play’d,
Their hats they swam aboone.
W’ their fans into their hand,
Or e’er they see Sir Patrick Spens
Cum sailing to the land.
Wi’ their gold kems in their hair,
Waiting for their ain dear lords,
For they’ll se thame na mair.
It’s fiftie fadom deep,
And their lies guid Sir Patrick Spens,
Wi’ the Scots lords at his feet.