{"id":293,"date":"2012-04-17T21:07:22","date_gmt":"2012-04-17T21:07:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sites.williams.edu\/sirpatrickspens\/?p=293"},"modified":"2012-07-02T18:20:24","modified_gmt":"2012-07-02T18:20:24","slug":"293","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sites.williams.edu\/sirpatrickspens\/ballad\/293\/","title":{"rendered":"W. Scott (1802)"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Ballad of Sir Patrick Spens<\/strong><\/p>\n

The king sits in Dumfermline town,
\nDrinking the blude-red wine;
\n“O whare will I get a skeely skippe,
\n“To sail this new ship of mine?”<\/p>\n

O up and spake an eldern knight,
\nSat at the king’s right knee,–
\n“Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor,
\n“That ever sail’d the sea.”<\/p>\n

Our king has written a braid letter.
\nAnd seal’d it with his hand,
\nAnd sent it to Sir Patrick Spens,
\nWas walking on the strand.<\/p>\n

“To Noroway, to Noroway,
\n“To Noroway o’er the faem;
\n“The king’s daughter of Noroway,
\n“‘Tis thou maun bring her hame.”<\/p>\n

The first word that Sir Patrick read,
\nSae loud loud laughed he;
\nThe neist word that Sir Patrick read,
\nThe tear blinded his e’e.<\/p>\n

“O wha is this has done this deed,
\n“And tauld the king o’ me,
\n“To send us out, at this time of the year,
\n“To sail upon the sea?<\/p>\n

“Be it wind, be it weet, be it hail, be it sleet,
\n“Our ship must sail the faem;
\n“The king’s daughter of Noroway,
\n“‘Tis we must fetch her hame,”<\/p>\n

They hoysed their sails on Monenday morn,
\nWi’ a’ the speed they may;
\nThey hae landed in Noroway,
\nUpon a Wodensday.<\/p>\n

They hadna been a week, a week,
\nIn Noroway, but twae,
\nWhen that the lords o’ Noroway
\nBegan aloud to say,–<\/p>\n

“Ye Scottishmen spend a’ our king’s goud,
\n“And a’ our queenis fee.”
\n“Ye lie, ye lie, ye liars loud!
\n“Fu’ loud I hear ye lie.”<\/p>\n

“For I brought as much white monie,
\n“As gane my men and me,
\n“And I brought a half-fou o’ gude red goud,
\n“Out o’er the sea wi’ me.”<\/p>\n

“Make ready, make ready, my merrymen a’!
\n“Our gude ship sails the morn.”
\n“Now, ever alake, my master dear,
\n“I fear a deadly storm!<\/p>\n

“I saw the new moon, late yestreen,
\n“Wi’ the auld moon in her arm;
\n“And if we gang to sea, master,
\n“I fear we’ll come to harm.”<\/p>\n

They hadna sailed a league, a league,
\nA league but barely three,
\nWhen the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud,
\nAnd gurly grew the sea.<\/p>\n

The ankers brak, and the topmasts lap,
\nIt was sik a deadly storm;
\nAnd the waves came o’er the broken ship,
\nTill a’ her sides were torn.<\/p>\n

“O where will I get a gude sailor,
\n“To take my helm in hand,
\n“Till I get up to the tall top-mast,
\n“To see if I can spy land?”<\/p>\n

“O here am I, a sailor gude,
\n“To take the helm in hand,
\n“Till you go up to the tall top-mast;
\n“But I fear you’ll ne’er spy land.”<\/p>\n

He hadna’ gane a step, a step,
\nA step, but barely ane,
\nWhen a bout flew out of our goodly ship,
\nAnd the salt sea it came in.<\/p>\n

“Gae, fetch a web o’ the silken claith,
\n“Another o’ the twine,
\n“And wap them into our ship’s side,
\n“And let na the sea come in.”<\/p>\n

They fetched a web o’ the silken claith,
\nAnother of the twine,
\nAnd they wapped them round that gude ship’s side,
\nBut still the sea came in.<\/p>\n

O laith, laith, were our gude Scots lords
\nTo weet their cork-heel’d shoon!
\nBut lang or a’ the play was play’d,
\nThey wat their hats aboon.<\/p>\n

And mony was the feather-bed,
\nThat flattered on the faem;
\nAnd mony was the gude lord’s son,
\nThat never mair cam hame.<\/p>\n

The ladyes wrang their fingers white,
\nThe maidens tore their hair,
\nA’ for the sake of their true loves;
\nFor them they’ll see na mair.<\/p>\n

O lang, lang, may the ladyes sit,
\nWi’ their fans into their hand,
\nBefore they see Sir Patrick Spens
\nCome sailing to the strand!<\/p>\n

And lang, lang, may the maidens sit,
\nWi’ their goud kaims in their hair,
\nA’ waiting for their ain dear loves!
\nFor them they’ll see na mair.<\/p>\n

O forty miles off Aberdeen,
\n‘Tis fifty fathom deep,
\nAnd there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens,
\nWi’ the Scots lords at his feet.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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