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The king sits in Dumferling town
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Drinking the blood-red wine
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"Where can I get a good Captian
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To sail this ship of mine?"
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Then up and spoke a sailor boy
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Sitting at the king's right knee
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"Sir Patrick Spens is the best Captain
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That ever sailed to sea"
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The king he wrote a broad letter
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And he sealed it with his hand
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And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens
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Walking out on the strand
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To Norway, to Norway, to Norway
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To Norway or the foam
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With all my lords and finery
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To bring my new bride home
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The first line that Sir Patrick read
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He gave a weary sigh
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The next line that Sir Patrick read
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A salt tear blinds his eye
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"Oh, who is it, oh, who is it
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Who told the king of me
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To set us out this time of year
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To sail across the sea?
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But rest you well, my good men all
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Our ship must sail the morn
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With four and twenty noble lords
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Dressed up in silk so fine
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And four and twenty feather beds
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To lay their heads upon
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Away, away, we&rsquo ll all away
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To bring the king's bride home"
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"I fear, I fear, My captain dear
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I fear we'll come to harm
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Last night I saw the new moon clear
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The old moon in her arm."
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"Oh be it fair, or be it foul
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Or be it deadly storm
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Oh, blow the wind where&rsquo er it will
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Our ship must sail the morn"
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They hadn't sailed a day, a day
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A day but only one
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When loud and boisterous blew the wind
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And made the good ship moan
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They hadn't sailed a day, a day
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A day but only three
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When oh, the waves came o'er the side
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And rolled around their knees
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They hadn't sailed a league, a league
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A league but only five
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When the anchor broke and the sails were torn
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And the ship began to rive
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They hadn't sailed a league, a league
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A league but only nine
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When oh, the waves came o'er the side
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Driving to their chins
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"Who will climb the top mast high
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While I take helm in hand?
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Who will climb the top mast high
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To see if there be dry land?"
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"No shore, no shore, my Captain dear
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I haven't seen dry land
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But I have seen a lady fair
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With a comb and a glass in her hand"
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"Come down, come down, you sailor boy
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I think you tarry long
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The salt sea&rsquo s in at my coat neck
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And out at my left arm
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Come down, come down, you sailor boy
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Tis here that we must die
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Our ship is torn at every side
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And now the sea comes in"
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Loathe, loathe were those noble lords
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To wet their high-heeled shoes
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But long before the day was o&rsquo er
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Their hats, they swam above
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And many were the feathered beds
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That fluttered on the foam
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And many were those noble lords
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Who never did come home
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It's fifty miles shore to shore
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And fifty fathoms deep
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And there lies good Sir Patrick Spens
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The lords all at his feet
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Long, long, may his lady look
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With a lantern in her hand
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Before she sees Sir Patrick Spens
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Come sailing home again