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154 SIR PATRICK SPENS. |
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" For I brought as much white monie
As gane my men and me,— And I brought a half-fou o' gude red goud
Out o'er the sea wi' me.
" Make ready, make ready, my merrymen a'!
Our gude ship sails the morn." «
" Now, ever alake ! my master dear,
I fear a deadly storm !
" I saw the new moon, late yestreen,
Wi' the auld moon in her arm; no
And if we gang to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm."
They hadna sailed a league, a league,
A league, but barely three, When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud, SB
And gurly grew the sea.
The ankers brak, and the topmasts lap,
It was sic a deadly storm ; And the waves came o'er the broken ship,
Till a' her sides were torn. go
" 0 where will I get a gude sailor, To take my helm in hand, |
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