Patrick Spens
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โฑ๏ธ 1:52 duration
๐ ID: 1880005
๐ Lyrics
The King sits in Dunfermline town
Drinking a blood red wine
"Where can I get a good sea captain
To sail 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 about me
For I never was a good seaman
Nor ever do 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 her 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
Sailing homewards to dry land
Forty miles off Aberdeen
The water's fifty fathoms deep
There lies good Sir Patrick Spens
With the Scots lords at his feet
Drinking a blood red wine
"Where can I get a good sea captain
To sail 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 about me
For I never was a good seaman
Nor ever do 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 her 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
Sailing homewards to dry land
Forty miles off Aberdeen
The water's fifty fathoms deep
There lies good Sir Patrick Spens
With the Scots lords at his feet
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:10.29] The King sits in Dunfermline town
[00:12.85] Drinking a blood red wine
[00:15.00] "Where can I get a good sea captain
[00:17.78] To sail this ship of mine?"
[00:19.81]
[00:20.16] Then up there spoke a bonny boy
[00:22.99] Sitting at the King's right knee
[00:25.13] "Sir Patrick Spens is the very best seaman
[00:28.03] That ever sailed the sea."
[00:30.13] The King has written a broad letter
[00:33.26] And sealed it up with his own right hand
[00:35.09] Sending word to Sir Patrick Spens
[00:38.16] To come at his command
[00:39.99]
[00:40.13] An enemy then this must be
[00:43.09] Who told a lie about me
[00:45.33] For I never was a good seaman
[00:47.98] Nor ever do intend to be
[00:50.35]
[01:00.19] They had not sailed upon the sea
[01:03.16] A day, but barely three
[01:05.43] When loud and boisterous grew the winds
[01:08.21] And stormy grew the sea
[01:10.35]
[01:10.85] Then up there came a mermaiden
[01:13.29] A comb and glass in her hand
[01:15.65] "Here's a health to you my merry young men
[01:18.14] For you'll not see dry land!"
[01:20.42]
[01:20.73] Oh, long may my lady look
[01:23.44] With a lantern in her hand
[01:25.78] Before she sees my bonny ship
[01:28.11] Sailing homewards to dry land
[01:30.63]
[01:35.08] Forty miles off Aberdeen
[01:37.32] The water's fifty fathoms deep
[01:39.53] There lies good Sir Patrick Spens
[01:42.13] With the Scots lords at his feet
[01:47.32]
[00:12.85] Drinking a blood red wine
[00:15.00] "Where can I get a good sea captain
[00:17.78] To sail this ship of mine?"
[00:19.81]
[00:20.16] Then up there spoke a bonny boy
[00:22.99] Sitting at the King's right knee
[00:25.13] "Sir Patrick Spens is the very best seaman
[00:28.03] That ever sailed the sea."
[00:30.13] The King has written a broad letter
[00:33.26] And sealed it up with his own right hand
[00:35.09] Sending word to Sir Patrick Spens
[00:38.16] To come at his command
[00:39.99]
[00:40.13] An enemy then this must be
[00:43.09] Who told a lie about me
[00:45.33] For I never was a good seaman
[00:47.98] Nor ever do intend to be
[00:50.35]
[01:00.19] They had not sailed upon the sea
[01:03.16] A day, but barely three
[01:05.43] When loud and boisterous grew the winds
[01:08.21] And stormy grew the sea
[01:10.35]
[01:10.85] Then up there came a mermaiden
[01:13.29] A comb and glass in her hand
[01:15.65] "Here's a health to you my merry young men
[01:18.14] For you'll not see dry land!"
[01:20.42]
[01:20.73] Oh, long may my lady look
[01:23.44] With a lantern in her hand
[01:25.78] Before she sees my bonny ship
[01:28.11] Sailing homewards to dry land
[01:30.63]
[01:35.08] Forty miles off Aberdeen
[01:37.32] The water's fifty fathoms deep
[01:39.53] There lies good Sir Patrick Spens
[01:42.13] With the Scots lords at his feet
[01:47.32]