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Our king has written a braid letter,
And seal'd it with his hand, And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens,
Was walking on the strand.
“To Noroway, to Noroway,
To Noroway o'er the faem;
'Tis thou maun bring her hame.”.
The first word that Sir Patrick read.
Sae loud loud laughed he:
The tear blinded his e'e.
"O wha is this has done this deed,
And tauld the king o' me,
To sail upon the sea ?
Be it wind, be it weet, be it hail, be it sleet,
Our ship must sail the faem; The king's daughter of Noroway,
'Tis we must fetch her hame.”
They hoysed their sails on Monenday morn,
Wi' a'the speed they may; They ha'e landed in Noroway,
Upon a Wodensday.
They hadna been a week, a week,
In Noroway, but twae,
Began aloud to say
And a our queenis fee.”. “Ye lie, ye lie, ye liars loud!
Fu' loud I hear ye lie;
For I ha'e brought as much white monie,
As gane my men and me, And I ha'e brought a half-fou“ of gude red goud,
Out o'er the sea wi' me.
Make ready, make ready, my merry-men a'!
Our gude ship sails the morn.". “Now, ever alake, my master dear,
I fear a deadly storm!
I saw the new moon, late yestreen,
Wi' the auld moon in her arm; And, if we gang to sea, master,
I fear we'll come to harm."
They hadna sail'd a league, a league,
A league but barely three, When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud,
And gurly grew the sea.
The ankers brak, and the topmasts lap,
It was sic a deadly storm;
Till a' her sides were torn.
“O where will I get a gude sailor,
To take my helm in hand,
To see if I can spy land ?”
“O here am I, a sailor gude,
To take the helm in hand,
But I fear you'll ne'er spy land.”
He hadna gane a step, a step,
A step but barely ane,
And the salt sea it came in.
“Gae, fetch a web o' the silken claith,
Another o' the twine,
And let nae the sea come in.”
They fetch'd 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 weet · their cork-heel'd shoon ! 6 But lang or' a' the play was play'd,
They wat their hats aboon.8
That floated on the faem;
That never mair cam hame.
6 To wet.
The ladyes wrang their fingers white,
The maidens tore their hair,
For them they'll see nae mair.
O lang, lang, may the ladyes 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,
With their goud kaims 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!
35. The Two Corbies.
There were two corbies sat on a tree,
As I sat on the deep sea sand,
Come, I will show ye a sweeter sight,
His hound is to the hunting gane,
His lady's away with another mate,
Ye shalt sit on his white hause-bane,'
O, cauld and bare will his bed be,
1 The neck-bone - a phrase for the neck.
1 Goldon. 1 Stopped.
THE ELIZABETHAN POETS (INCLUDING THE REIGN OF
36. GEORGE GASCOIGNE. 1530–1577. (Manual, p. 71.)
THE VANITY OF THE BEAUTIFUL.
They course the glass, and let it take no rest;
What grudge and grief our joys may then suppress,
37. THOMAS SACKVILLE, LORD BUCKHURST. (Manual,
ALLEGORICAL PERSONAGES IN HELL.
From the Induction to the Mirrour for Magistrates.
And first within the porch and jaws of Hell