The King sits in Dunfermline town Drinking the blood-red wine'O whar will I find a skeely skipperto sail the guid schip of mine? Then up and spake an eldern Knicht Sat at the King's right knee'Sir Patrick Spens is the finest sailorthat ever sailed the sea The king has written a braid letterand signed it wi his handand send it to Sir Patrick Spenswas walking on the strand The first line that Sir Patrick read A loud laugh laughed he The second line Sir Patrick read A tear blinded his ee 'O wha is this has done this deed This ill deed done tae me To send me our this time o' the yeir Tae sail upon the sea Make haste, make haste, my mirry menour guid ship sails the morn'O say na mae my master dear For I fear a deadly storm Late late, yestreen I saw the new moonewi the auld morne in her armand I fear, I fear my master dearthe we will come to harme 'O our scots noble wer richt laith To wet their cork-heeled schoone But lang owre a the play wer playedtheir hats they swam aboone 'O lang lang may their ladies sitwi their fans intae their handeir they see Sir Patrick Spens Come sailin the land 'O lang lang may their ladies standwi their gold kems in their hairwaitin for their ain dear lordsthey'll nae see them nae mair Half owre, hald owre tae Aberdourtis fifty fadom deep And their lies guid Sir Patrick Spens Wi the Scots lords at his feet