| The king sits in dunfermline town
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| Drinking of the blood red wine,
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| ''where can i get a good sea captain
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| To sail this mighty ship of mine?''
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| Then up there spoke a bonny boy
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| Sitting at the king’s right knee,
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| ''sir patrick spens is the very best seaman
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| That ever sailed upon the sea.''
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| The king has written a broad letter
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| And sealed it up with his own right hand,
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| Sending word unto sir patrick
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| To come to him at his command.
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| ''an enemy then this must be Who told a lie concerning me,
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| For i was never a very good seaman
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| Nor ever do intend to be.''
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| ''last night i saw the new moon
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| With the old moon in her arm,
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| A sign, the sign since we were born
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| That means there’ll be a deadly storm.''
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| They had not sailed upon the sea
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| A day, a day, but barely three,
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| When loud and boisterous grew the winds
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| And loud and stormy grew the sea.
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| Then up there came a mermaiden
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| A comb and glass all in her hand,
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| ''here's a health to you my merry young men,
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| For you’ll not see dry land again!''
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| ''oh, long may my lady look
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| With a lantern in her hand
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| Before she sees my bonny ship
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| Come sailing homewards to dry land.''
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| Forty miles off aberdeen
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| The water’s fifty fathoms deep
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| There lies good sir patrick spens
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| With the scots lords at his feet. |