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SIE PATRICK SPENS. 339
" Ye'll eat and drink, my merry men a',
An' see ye be weell thorn ; For blaw it weet, or blaw it wind,
My guid ship sails the morn."
Then out it speaks a guid auld man, 2»
A guid death mat he dee,— " Whatever ye do, my guid master,
Tak' God your guide to bee.
" For late yestreen I saw the new moon,
The auld moon in her arm." *>
" Ohon, alas! " says Patrick Spens, " That bodes a deadly storm.
" But I maun sail the seas the morn,
And likewise sae maun you; To Noroway, wi' our king's daughter,— ss
A chosen queen she's now.
" But I wonder who has been sae base,
As tauld the king o' mee : Even tho' hee ware my ae blither,
An ill death mat he dee." *>
Now Patrick he rigg'd out his ship,
And sailed ower the faem;' But mony a dreary thought had hee,
While hee was on the main.
They hadna sail'd upon the sea «
A day but barely three, Till they came in sight o' Noroway,
It's there where they must bee.