Sir Patrick Spens

Описание: Canadian folk musician Jesse Ferguson performs traditional Scottish ballad "Sir Patrick Spens" (Child # 58, Roud # 41). This video was recorded in front of the same ocean that Sir Patrick would have sailed, if indeed he is a real historical sea captain. The video was shot at New Victoria beach, in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, Canada.

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Sir Patrick Spens
(traditional, arrang. J. Ferguson, 2020)

V1.
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The King sits in Dunfirmline town,
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drinking the blood-red wine.
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"O, Where can I get a good captain
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to sail this ship of mine?"
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Then up and spoke a sailor boy,
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sitting at the King's right knee:
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"Sir Patrick Spens is the best captain
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that ever sailed the sea."

V2.
The King he wrote a broad letter
and he sealed it with his hand,
sent it to Sir Patrick Spens
was walking out on a strand.
“To Noraway, to Noraway
to Norway o'er the foam
with all my lords and finery
to bring my new bride home.”

V3.
The first line that Sir Patrick read
he gave a weary sigh.
The next line that Sir Patrick read
the salt tear blinds his eye.
“O, who is it? O, who is it
has told the king of me
to send us out this time of year
to sail upon the sea?

V4.
“But rest ye well, my good men all.
Our ship must sail the morn
with four and twenty noble men
dressed up in silk so fine.
With four and twenty feather beds
to lay their heads upon.
Away, away, we'll all away
to bring the king's bride home.”

V5.
“I fear, I fear, my captain dear,
I fear we'll come to harm.
Last night I saw the new moon clear,
the old moon in her arms.”
“O, be it fair or be it foul
or be it deadly storm,
or blow the winds where'er they will
our ship must sail the morn.”

V6.
They hadn't sailed a day, a day,
a day but only one
when loud and boisterous blew the wind;
it made the good ship moan.
They hadn't sailed a day, a day,
a day but only three
when oh, the waves came o'er the sides
and rolled around their knees.

V7.
They hadn't sailed a league, a league,
a league but only five
when the anchor broke, the sails were torn
and the ship began to writhe.
They hadn't sailed a league, a league,
a league but only nine
when oh, the waves came o'er the sides
driving to their chins.

V8.
"Who will climb the topmast high
while I take helm in hand?
Who will climb the topmast high
to see if there be dry land?"
"No shore, no shore, my captain dear.
I haven't seen dry land,
but I have seen a lady fair
with a comb and a glass in her hand."

V9.
"Come down, come down, you sailor boy:
I think you tarry long.
The salt sea's in at my coat neck
and out at my left arm.
Come down, come down, you sailor boy:
it's here that we must die.
The ship is torn at every side,
and now the sea comes in."

V10.
Loathe, loathe were those noble lords
to wet their high heeled shoes,
but long before the day was o'er
their hats they swam above.
And many were the feather beds
that fluttered on the foam.
And many were those noble lords
that never did come home.

V11.
It's fifty miles from shore to shore
and fifty fathoms deep.
And there lies good Sir Patrick Spens,
the Scots lords all at his feet.
Long, long may his lady look
with a lantern in her hand
before she sees her Patrick Spens
come sailing home again.