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Up and spak an eldern knight,

Sat at the king's right knee: "Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor, That sails upon the sea."

The king has written a braid1 letter,
And signed it wi his hand,
And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens,
Was walking on the sand.

The first line that Sir Patrick read,
A loud laugh laughed he;

The next line that Sir Patrick read, The tear blinded his ee.

"O wha is this has done this deed,

This ill deed done to me,

To send me out this time o' the year,

To sail upon the sea!

"Mak haste, mak haste, my merry men all,

Our guid ship sails the morn:"

"O say na sae, my master dear,

For I fear a deadlie storm.

"Late late yestreen I saw the new moon,
Wi the auld moon in her arm,

And I fear, I fear, my dear master,
That we will come to harm."

O our Scots nobles were right loth,
To wet their cork-heeled shoon;
But lang or a' the play were played,
Their hats they swam aboon.

O lang, lang may the ladies sit,
Wi their fans into their hand,
Or ere they see Sir Patrick Spens
Come sailing to the land.

O lang, lang may the ladies stand,
Wi their gold kems in their hair,
Waiting for their ain dear lords,
For they'll see them na mair.

Half o'er, half o'er to Aberdour,

Its fifty fathom deep,

And there lies guid Sir Patrick Spens,
Wi' the Scots lords at his feet.

THE TWA CORBIES 1

As I was walking all alane,

I heard twa corbies making a mane:2 The tane unto the tither did say, "Whar sall we gang and dine the day?"

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Thus was the hunting of the Cheviot: God send us all good ending!

SIR PATRICK SPENS

The king sits in Dumferling town,
Drinking the blude-red wine:
"O whare will I get guid sailor,
To sail this ship of mine?"

❝ Borders.

* Trouble.

280

"In behint yon auld fail3 dyke,

I wot there lies a new-slain knight;
And naebody kens that he lies there
But his hawk, his hound, and his lady fair.

"His hound is to the hunting gane, His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady's ta'en anither mate, Sae we may mak' our dinner sweet. 1 Open, patent.

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48 Fought. $1 Better our ills.

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