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.156 . SIR PATRICK ' SPENS.
And mony was the feather-bed as
That flatter'd on the faem ; And mony was the gude lord's son
That never mair cam hame.
The ladyes wrang their fingers white,
The maidens tore their hair; so
A' for the sake of their true loves, For them they'll see nae mair.
0 lang lang may the ladyes sit,
Wi' their fans into their hand, Before they see Sir Patrick Spens ss
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. 100
0 forty miles off Aberdeen
'Tis fifty fathoms deep, And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens
Wi' the Scots lords at his feet.