Patrick Spens

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 up with his own right hand

Sending word to sir patrick spens

To come at his command

An enemy then this must be

Who told a lie 'bout me

For I was never a good seaman

Nor ever do I intend to be

They had not sailed upon the sea

A day but barely three

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 dry land

Oh long may my lady look

With a lantern in her hand

Before she sees my bonny ship

Sail homeward to dry land

Oh forty miles off aberdeen

The water's just fifty fathoms deep

There lies good sir patrick spens

With the scots lords at his feet