<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=126184" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sir Patrick Spens</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The king sits in Dunfermline town <br>Drinking the blude-red wine; <br>'O whare will I get a skeely skipper <br>To sail this new ship o' mine?' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O up and spak an eldern knight, <br>Sat at the king's right knee; <br>'Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor <br>That ever sail'd the sea.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our king has written a braid letter, <br>And seal'd it with his hand, <br>And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens, <br>Was walking on the strand. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The first word that Sir Patrick read <br>So loud, loud laugh'd he; <br>The neist word that Sir Patrick read <br>The tear blinded his e'e. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O wha is this has done this deed <br>And tauld the king o' me, <br>To send us out, at this time o' year, <br>To sail upon the sea? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Mak ready, mak ready, my merry men a'! <br>Our gude ship sails the morn.' <br>'Now ever alack, my master dear, <br>I fear a deadly storm. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I saw the new moon late yestreen <br>Wi' the auld moon in her arm; <br>And if we gang to sea, master, <br>I fear we'll come to harm.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O laith, laith were our gude Scots lords <br>To wet their cork-heel'd shoon; <br>But lang or a' the play was play'd <br>They wat their hats aboon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O lang, lang may the ladies sit, <br>Wi' their fans into their hand, <br>Before they see Sir Patrick Spens <br>Come sailing to the strand! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And lang, lang may the maidens sit <br>Wi' their gowd kames in their hair, <br>A-waiting for their ain dear loves! <br>For them they'll see nae mair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Half-owre, half-owre to Aberdour, <br>'Tis fifty fathoms deep; <br>And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens, <br>Wi' the Scots lords at his feet!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=126184" data-title="Sir Patrick Spens" data-description="The king sits in Dunfermline town /Drinking the blude-red wine; /'O whare will I get a skeely skipper /To sail this new ship o' mine?' /O up and spak an eldern knight, /Sat at the king's right knee; /'Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor /T..."></div> </div> </div>

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