Sir Patrick Spens

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Full video of this song is on this channel: • Sir Patrick Spens • Support this channel on Patreon: / jessefergusonmusic • Jesse on Apple Music: / jesse-ferguson • Jesse on YouTube Music: / jesse ferguson - topic • Jesse on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/5heCd... • Jesse on Amazon Music: https://www.amazon.com/Shanties-Whali... • Jesse's Website: http://www.jessefergusonmusic.com • Jesse's Facebook: / bardofcornwall • Sir Patrick Spens • (traditional, arrang. J. Ferguson, 2020) • V1. • C • The King sits in Dunfirmline town, • A#6 F C • drinking the blood-red wine. • C • O, Where can I get a good captain • A#6 F C • to sail this ship of mine? • C • Then up and spoke a sailor boy, • A#6 F • sitting at the King's right knee: • C A#6 C • Sir Patrick Spens is the best captain • A#6 F C • that ever sailed the sea. • V2. • The King he wrote a broad letter • and he sealed it with his hand, • sent it to Sir Patrick Spens • was walking out on a strand. • “To Noraway, to Noraway • to Norway o'er the foam • with all my lords and finery • to bring my new bride home.” • V3. • The first line that Sir Patrick read • he gave a weary sigh. • The next line that Sir Patrick read • the salt tear blinds his eye. • “O, who is it? O, who is it • has told the king of me • to send us out this time of year • to sail upon the sea? • V4. • “But rest ye well, my good men all. • Our ship must sail the morn • with four and twenty noble men • dressed up in silk so fine. • With four and twenty feather beds • to lay their heads upon. • Away, away, we'll all away • to bring the king's bride home.” • V5. • “I fear, I fear, my captain dear, • I fear we'll come to harm. • Last night I saw the new moon clear, • the old moon in her arms.” • “O, be it fair or be it foul • or be it deadly storm, • or blow the winds where'er they will • our ship must sail the morn.” • V6. • They hadn't sailed a day, a day, • a day but only one • when loud and boisterous blew the wind; • it made the good ship moan. • They hadn't sailed a day, a day, • a day but only three • when oh, the waves came o'er the sides • and rolled around their knees. • V7. • They hadn't sailed a league, a league, • a league but only five • when the anchor broke, the sails were torn • and the ship began to writhe. • They hadn't sailed a league, a league, • a league but only nine • when oh, the waves came o'er the sides • driving to their chins. • V8. • Who will climb the topmast high • while I take helm in hand? • Who will climb the topmast high • to see if there be dry land? • No shore, no shore, my captain dear. • I haven't seen dry land, • but I have seen a lady fair • with a comb and a glass in her hand. • V9. • Come down, come down, you sailor boy: • I think you tarry long. • The salt sea's in at my coat neck • and out at my left arm. • Come down, come down, you sailor boy: • it's here that we must die. • The ship is torn at every side, • and now the sea comes in. • V10. • Loathe, loathe were those noble lords • to wet their high heeled shoes, • but long before the day was o'er • their hats they swam above. • And many were the feather beds • that fluttered on the foam. • And many were those noble lords • that never did come home. • V11. • It's fifty miles from shore to shore • and fifty fathoms deep. • And there lies good Sir Patrick Spens, • the Scots lords all at his feet. • Long, long may his lady look • with a lantern in her hand • before she sees her Patrick Spens • come sailing home again.

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