Buchan's Gleaning, p. 196, "from a very intelligent old man."
1 |
There shall no man go to my ship
Till I say mass and dine,
And take my leave of my lady;
Go to my bonny ship syne. |
2 |
When he was up at the top-mast head
Around could naething see,
But terrible storm in the air aboon,
And below the roaring sea. |
3 |
'Come down, come down, my good master,
You see not what I see;
For thro an thro your bonny ship's side
I see the green salt sea.' |
4 |
Lang lang will the ladies look,
Wi their gown-tails owre their crown,
Before they see Sir Patrick Spens
Sailing to Dumferline town. |