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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345759" 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+Americas">Anonymous Americas</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=345759" data-title="Sir Patrick Spence de Anonymous Americas" 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 T..."></div> </div> </div>
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