Текст песни Sir Patrick Spens - Jackie Leven

The King sits in Dunfermline town
Drinking the blood-red wine'O whar will I find a skeely skipperto 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 sailorthat ever sailed the sea The king has written a braid letterand signed it wi his handand send it to Sir Patrick Spenswas 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 menour 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 moonewi the auld morne in her armand I fear, I fear my master dearthe 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 playedtheir hats they swam aboone 'O lang lang may their ladies sitwi their fans intae their handeir they see Sir Patrick Spens
Come sailin the land 'O lang lang may their ladies standwi their gold kems in their hairwaitin for their ain dear lordsthey'll nae see them nae mair Half owre, hald owre tae Aberdourtis fifty fadom deep
And their lies guid Sir Patrick Spens
Wi the Scots lords at his feet