ANONYMOUS

' Go fetch a web o' the silken claith,

Another o' the twine, And wap them into our ship's side,

And let nae the sea come in/

They fetched a web o' the silken claith,

Another o' the twine, And they wapp'd them round that gude ship's side,

But still the sea came in.

O laith, laith were our gude Scots lords

To wet their cork-heel'd shoon ; But lang or a' the play was play'd

They wat their hats aboon.

And mony was the feather bed

That flatter'd on the faem ; And mony was the gude lord's son

That never mair cam hame.

O lang, lang may the ladies sit,

Wi' their fans into their hand, Before they see Sir Patrick Spens

Come sailing to the strand !

And lang, lang may the maidens sit Wi' their gowd kames in their hair,

A-waiting for their ain dear loves ! For them they'll see nae mair.

Half-owre, half-owre to Aberdour,

'Tis fifty fathoms deep ; And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens,

Wi' the Scots lords at his feet !

flatter'd] tossed afloat. kames] combs.

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