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Sir Patrick Spens

from It's Cold by the Door by Gordon Jackson

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SIR PATRICK SPENS

Oh the King he sits in Dunfermline Town
A-drinking the blood-red wine
Oh where will I find a good mariner
To sail seven ships of mine
Then up and spoke a fine young man
Sat at the King’s right knee
Sir Patrick Spens is the best mariner
Who ever sailed on the sea

And the King has written a broad letter
And signed it with his own hand
And he’s sent it off to Sir Patrick Spens
A-walking along the strand
And the very first line that Patrick he read
A little loud laugh gave he
And the very last line that Patrick he read
The salt tear spilled his eye

Oh who is he that has done this deed
And told the King on me
For never was I a good mariner
And never do intend to be
And it’s late yest’re’en I saw the new moon
With the old moon in her arms
And I fear, I fear a deadly storm
Our little ship will come to harm

But rise up, rise up my merry men all
Our little ship she sails in the morn
Whether it’s windy or whether it’s wet
Or whether there’s a deadly storm
And they hadn’t been sailing a league or more
A league but barely nine
When the wind and wet and sleet and snow
Came blowing up behind

Oh where will I find a good cabin boy
To take the helm in hand
That I might go to the topmast high
To see if I can’t spy land
Come down come down Sir Patrick Spens
I fear that we all must die
For it’s in and out of the good ship’s hull
The wind and the ocean fly

And the very first step that Patrick he took
The water it came to his knee
And the very next step that Patrick he took
All drowned they were in the sea
And it’s many was the fine feather bed
That floated on the foam
And it’s many was the little lords’ son
That never, never more came home

And it’s long, long may their ladies sit
With their fans all in their hands
Before they see Sir Patrick Spens
Come a-walking along the strand
For it’s fifteen miles to Aberdeen shore
It’s fifty fathoms deep
And there does lie Sir Patrick Spens
With the little lords at his feet

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from It's Cold by the Door, released April 11, 2011

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