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SIR PATRICK SPENS. 155
Till I get up to the tall topmast, To see if I can spy land ? "
" 0 here am I, a sailor gude, es
To take the helm in hand, Till you go up to the tall topmast,—
But I fear you'll ne'er spy land."
He hadna gane a step, a step,
A step, but barely ane, n
When a bout flew out of our goodly ship,
And the salt sea it came in.
" Gae fetch a web o' the silken claith,
Another o' the twine, And wap them into our ship's side, n
And letna the sea come in."
They fetched a web o' the silken claith,
Another o' the twine, And they wapped them roun' that gude ship's side,
But still the sea came in. so
" 0 laith laith were our gude Scots lords To weet their cork-heeled shoon !
But lang or a' the play was played, They wat their hats aboon. |
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