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[00:10.300]The king sits in dunfermline town
[00:13.300]Drinking the blood red wine
[00:15.300]"where can I get a good sea captain“
[00:18.300]To sail in this ship of mine? "
[00:20.300]Then up there spoke a bonny boy
[00:23.300]Sitting at the king's right knee,
[00:25.300]"sir Patrick Spens is the very best seaman
[00:28.300]That ever sailed the sea."
[00:30.300]The king has written a broad letter
[00:33.300]And sealed it with his own right hand
[00:36.300]Sending word unto Sir Patrick Spens
[00:38.300]To come at his command
[00:40.300]"an enemy then this must be“
[00:43.300]Who told a lie about me,
[00:45.300]For I never was a good seaman
[00:48.300]Nor ever do I intend to be."
[01:01.299]
[01:03.299]They had not sailed upon the sea,a day but barely free
[01:06.299]When loud and boisterous grew the winds
[01:08.299]And stormy grew the sea.
[01:11.299]Then up there came a mermaiden
[01:13.299]A comb and glass in hand,
[01:16.299]"here's a health to you my merry young men,
[01:18.299]For you'll not see the dry land!"
[01:21.299]"oh, long live may my lady look“
[01:23.299]With a lantern in her hand
[01:26.299]Before she sees my bonny ship
[01:28.299]sail homeward to the dry land."
[01:35.300]Oh Forty miles off aberdeen……
[01:37.300]just fifty fathoms deep
[01:40.300]Oh there lies good Sir Patrick Spens
[01:42.300]with the scots lords at his feet

The king sits in dunfermline town
Drinking the blood red wine
"where can I get a good sea captain“
To sail in this ship of mine? "
Then up there spoke a bonny boy
Sitting at the king's right knee,
"sir Patrick Spens is the very best seaman
That ever sailed the sea."
The king has written a broad letter
And sealed it with his own right hand
Sending word unto Sir Patrick Spens
To come at his command
"an enemy then this must be“
Who told a lie about me,
For I never was a good seaman
Nor ever do I intend to be."
They had not sailed upon the sea,a day but barely free
When loud and boisterous grew the winds
And stormy grew the sea.
Then up there came a mermaiden
A comb and glass in hand,
"here's a health to you my merry young men,
For you'll not see the dry land!"
"oh, long live may my lady look“
With a lantern in her hand
Before she sees my bonny ship
sail homeward to the dry land."
Oh Forty miles off aberdeen……
just fifty fathoms deep
Oh there lies good Sir Patrick Spens
with the scots lords at his feet