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Page 18 - O lang, lang may their ladies sit, Wi thair fans into their hand, Or eir they se Sir Patrick Spence Cum sailing to the land. O lang, lang may the ladies stand, Wi thair gold kems in their hair, Waiting for thair ain deir lords, For they'll se thame na mair.
Page 23 - Our King has written a braid letter, And seal'd it with his hand, And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens, Was walking on the strand. To Noroway, to Noroway, To Noroway o'er the faem; The King's daughter of Noroway, 'Tis thou maun bring her hame.
Page 24 - A' for the sake of their true loves ; For them they'll see nae mair. O lang, lang, may the ladyes sit, Wi' their fans into their hand, Before they see Sir Patrick Spens Come sailing to the strand ! And lang, lang, may the maidens sit, Wi' their goud kaims in their hair, A' waiting for their ain dear loves ! For them they'll see nae mair.
Page 235 - Blow up the fire, my maidens! Bring water from the well! For a' my house shall feast this night, Since my three sons are well." And she has made to them a bed, She's made it large and wide; And she's ta'en her mantle her about, Sat down at the bedside. Up then crew the red, red cock, And up and crew the gray; The eldest to the youngest said. "Tis time we were away.
Page 208 - Pancras' church, Lord Lovel was laid in the choir ; And out of her bosom there grew a red rose, And out of her lover's a brier, brier, And out of her lover's a brier.
Page 17 - Up and spak an eldern knicht, Sat at the kings richt kne: "Sir Patrick Spence is the best sailor. That sails upon the se." The king has written a braid letter. And signd it wi his hand, And sent it to Sir Patrick Spence, Was walking on the sand. The...
Page 235 - I wish the wind may never cease, Nor fashes in the flood, Till my three sons come hame to me In earthly flesh and blood!
Page 67 - She hang ae napkin at the door, Another in the ha, And a' to wipe the trickling tears, Sae fast as they did fa.
Page 17 - Was walking on the sand. The first line that Sir Patrick red, A loud lauch lauched he; The next line that Sir Patrick red, The teir blinded his ee. "O wha is this has don this deid, This ill deid don to me, To send me out this time o' the yeir, To sail upon the se!