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When a bout flew out of our goodly ship,

And the salt sea it cam in.

“Gae, fetch a web o’ the silken claith,

Another o’ the twine,

And wap them into our ship’s side,

And letna 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 cam in.

O laith, laith, were our gude Scots lords

To weet 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.

The ladyes wrang their fingers white,

The maidens tore their hair,

A’ for the sake of their true loves;

For them they’ll see na 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.

O forty miles off Aberdeen,