《Sir Patrick Spens》歌词

[00:00:00] Sir Patrick Spens - Martin Carthy

[00:00:22] Oh the king sits in Dunfermline town

[00:00:24] A drinking the blood red wine

[00:00:27] Says where will I get me a brave young skipper

[00:00:30] Sail this ship of mine

[00:00:33] And up and spoke an old old man

[00:00:36] Who sat at the king's right knee

[00:00:38] He says Patrick Spens is the very best sailor

[00:00:41] Who ever did sail on the sea

[00:00:44] So the king he has written him a long long letter

[00:00:47] Sealed it with his hand

[00:00:49] And he sent it along to Patrick Spens

[00:00:52] Who was walking down on the sand

[00:00:55] And the very first line that Patrick read

[00:00:58] So loud so loud laughed he

[00:01:00] And the very next line that Patrick read

[00:01:03] Down he fell to his knee

[00:01:05] Oh who is this who has done this deed

[00:01:09] Telling the king on me

[00:01:11] For to send us out this time of the year

[00:01:14] To sail on the salt salt sea

[00:01:17] To Norway to far Norway

[00:01:20] To Norway over the foam

[00:01:22] It is the king's daughter of far Norway

[00:01:25] And we must bring her home

[00:01:39] Now they set sail with all good speed

[00:01:41] On a Monday in the morn

[00:01:44] And they have arrived far over the sea

[00:01:47] On a Wednesday in the eve

[00:01:50] And they'd not been in far Norway

[00:01:53] A week but barely three

[00:01:55] When all those lords of far Norway

[00:01:58] Began out aloud for to say

[00:02:00] Oh you Scots foreigners spend our king's gold

[00:02:04] Swallow up our money

[00:02:06] Oh weary weary the tongue that lies

[00:02:09] See how it lies on thee

[00:02:12] Make ready ready my good men all

[00:02:15] The little ship sails in the morn

[00:02:17] Be it wind be it wet be it hail be it sleet

[00:02:20] Be it fair or deadly storm

[00:02:23] But up and spoke our own weatherman

[00:02:26] I fear we'll all be drowned

[00:02:28] For I saw the new moon late last night

[00:02:31] The old moon in her arm

[00:02:34] And they'd not sailed a league and a league

[00:02:37] A league but barely three

[00:02:39] When through and through the little ship's side

[00:02:42] Spied the green walled sea

[00:02:45] Oh where will I get me a brave young boy

[00:02:48] Take my helm in hand

[00:02:50] While I climb up to the tall topmast

[00:02:53] See can I spy land

[00:02:56] And he'd not gone a step and a step

[00:02:59] A step but barely one

[00:03:01] When the whirling winds and the ugly jaws

[00:03:04] Came a driving to their shin

[00:03:07] Oh fetch me a web of the silken cloth

[00:03:10] Another web of the twine

[00:03:12] And lay them around our little ship's side

[00:03:15] Let not the sea come in

[00:03:18] And they got a web of the silken cloth

[00:03:21] Another web of the twine

[00:03:23] And they laid them around the little ship's side

[00:03:26] Still the sea come in

[00:03:29] Oh the anchor snapped the topmast cracked

[00:03:31] It was a deadly storm

[00:03:34] And the whirling winds and the ugly jaws

[00:03:37] Came a driving to their chin

[00:03:39] And there came a gale from the north north east

[00:03:42] So loud so loud it weep

[00:03:45] It cried Patrick Spens and all of his men

[00:03:48] Are drowning in the deep

[00:04:12] And loath loath were the good Scots lords

[00:04:15] To wet their shining shoes

[00:04:17] But long and ere this day was done

[00:04:20] Their hats were soaking through

[00:04:23] And many were the fine feather bed

[00:04:26] Flattering over the foam

[00:04:28] And many were the good lords' sons

[00:04:31] Never never more come home

[00:04:34] And long long will the ladies sit

[00:04:37] Their gold combs in their hand

[00:04:39] Before they see sir Patrick Spens

[00:04:42] Come a sailing to dry land

[00:04:45] Oh it's east by north from Aberdour

[00:04:48] It's fifty fathom deep

[00:04:50] And it's there it lies Patrick Spens

[00:04:53] The Scots lords at his feet