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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345589" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sir Patrick Spence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The king sits in Dumferling toune,<br>Drinking the blude-reid wine:<br>"O whar will I get guid sailor,<br>To sail this schip of mine?"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up and spak an eldern knicht,<br>Sat at the kings richt kne:<br>"Sir Patrick Spence is the best sailor<br>That sails upon the se."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The king has written a braid letter,<br>And signd it wi his hand,<br>And sent it to Sir Patrick Spence,<br>Was walking on the sand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The first line that Sir Patrick red,<br>A loud lauch lauched he;<br>The next line that Sir Patrick red,<br>The teir blinded his ee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"O wha is this has don this deid,<br>This ill deid don to me,<br>To send me out this time o' the yeir,<br>To sail upon the se!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Mak hast, mak haste, my mirry men all,<br>Our guid schip sails the morne:"<br>"O say na sae, my master deir,<br>For I feir a deadlie storme.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Late late yestreen I saw the new moone,<br>Wi the auld moone in hir arme,<br>And I feir, I feir, my deir master,<br>That we will cum to harme."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O our Scots nobles wer richt laith<br>To weet their cork-heild schoone;<br>Bot lang owre a' the play wer playd,<br>Thair hats they swam aboone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O lang, lang may their ladies sit,<br>Wi thair fans into their hand,<br>Or eir they se Sir Patrick Spence<br>Cum sailing to the land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O lang, lang may the ladies stand,<br>Wi thair gold kems in their hair,<br>Waiting for thair ain deir lords,<br>For they'll se thame na mair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Haf owre, haf owre to Aberdour,<br>It's fiftie fadom deip,<br>And thair lies guid Sir Patrick Spence,<br>Wi the Scots lords at his feit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous">Anonymous</a><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=345589" data-title="Sir Patrick Spence de Anonymous" data-description="The king sits in Dumferling toune, Drinking the blude-reid wine: "O whar will I get guid sailor, To sail this schip of mine?" Up and spak an eldern knicht, Sat at the kings richt kne: "Sir Patrick Spence is the best sailor That sai..."></div> </div> </div>
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