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Oh yes, and: The Ballad Of Sir Patrick Spens.
The king Sits in Denfermline town
Drinking the blood-red wine:
"O where will I get a good sailor,
To sail this ship of mine?"
Up and spake an elder Knight,
Sat at the king's right knee:
"Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor
That ever sailed the Sea."
The King Has written a braid letter
And sealed it with his hand.
And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens
Was waking on the Strand
"To Noroway, to Noroway,
To Noroway o'er the foam;
The kings own daughter of Noroway,
'Tis thou must bring her home!"
The first line that Sir Patrick read
A loud, loud laugh laughed he:
The next line that Sir Patrick read
The tear blinded his ee.
"O who is this has done this deed,
This ill deed into me;
To send me out this time o' the year
To sail upon the sea?
"Make haste, make haste, my merry men all,
Our good ship sails the morn."
"O say not so, my master dear,
For I fear a deadly storm.
"I saw the new moon late yestere'en
With the old moon in her arm;
And if we go t sea, master,
I fear we'll come to harm."
They had not sailed a league, a league,
A league, but barely three,
When the Sky grew dark, the wind blew loud,
And angry grew the sea.
The anchor broke, the topmast split,
'Twas such a deadly storm.
The waves came over the ship
Till all her sides were torn
O long, long may the ladies sit
With their fans into their hand,
Or ere they see Sir Patrick Spens
Come sailing to the strand
O long, long may the maidens stand
With their gold combs in their hair,
Before they'll see their own dear loves
Come home to great them there.
O forty miles off aberdeen
'Tis fifty fathom deep
And there lies good Sir Patrick Spens
With the scots lords at his feet.
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