Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79.
Sir Patrick Spence
By Percys ReliquesT
Drinking the blude-reid wine:
O quhar will I get guid sailór,
To sail this schip of mine?
Sat at the kings richt kne:
Sir Patrick Spence is the best sailór,
That sails upon the se.
And signed it wi’ his hand;
And sent it to Sir Patrick Spence,
Was walking on the sand.
A loud lauch lauched he:
The next line that Sir Patrick red
The teir blinded his ee.
This ill deid don to me;
To send me out this time o’ the zeir,
To sail upon the se?
Our guid schip sails the morne.
O say na sae, my master deir,
For I feir a deadlie storme.
Wi’ the auld moone in hir arme;
And I feir, I feir, my deir mastér,
That we will com to harme.
To weet their cork-heild schoone;
Bot lang owre a’ the play wer playd,
Thair hats they swam aboone.
Wi’ thair fans into their hand,
Or eir they se Sir Patrick Spence
Cum sailing to the land.
Wi’ thair gold kems in their hair,
Waiting for thair ain deir lords,
For they ’ll se thame na mair.
It ’s fiftie fadom deip:
And thair lies guid Sir Patrick Spence,
Wi’ the Scots lords at his feit.