A King sat in Dunfirmline town, drinking of the blood-red wine
"Where can I get a good sea captain to sail this mighty ship of mine?"
Then up there spoke a bonny boy, sitting at the King's right knee
"Sir Patrick Spens is the very best seaman that ever sailed upon the sea"
The King has written a broad letter and sealed it up with his own right hand
Sending word unto Sir Patrick to come to him at his command
"An enemy then this must be who told the lie concerning me
For I was never a very good seaman, nor ever do intend to be"
"Last night I saw the new moon with the old moon in her arms
A sign, a sign since we were born that means there'll be a deadly storm"
They had not sailed upon the sea a day, a day but barely free
When loud and boisterous blew the wind and loud and stormy blew the sea
Then up there came a mermaiden, a comb and glass all in her hand
"Here's a health to you my merry men for you'll not see dry land again"
"Long may my lady look with a lantern in her hand
Before she sees my bonny ship come sailing homeward to dry land"
Forty miles off Aberdeen, the waters fifty fathoms deep
There lies good Sir Patrick Spens with the Scots lords at his feet
"Where can I get a good sea captain to sail this mighty ship of mine?"
Then up there spoke a bonny boy, sitting at the King's right knee
"Sir Patrick Spens is the very best seaman that ever sailed upon the sea"
The King has written a broad letter and sealed it up with his own right hand
Sending word unto Sir Patrick to come to him at his command
"An enemy then this must be who told the lie concerning me
For I was never a very good seaman, nor ever do intend to be"
"Last night I saw the new moon with the old moon in her arms
A sign, a sign since we were born that means there'll be a deadly storm"
They had not sailed upon the sea a day, a day but barely free
When loud and boisterous blew the wind and loud and stormy blew the sea
Then up there came a mermaiden, a comb and glass all in her hand
"Here's a health to you my merry men for you'll not see dry land again"
"Long may my lady look with a lantern in her hand
Before she sees my bonny ship come sailing homeward to dry land"
Forty miles off Aberdeen, the waters fifty fathoms deep
There lies good Sir Patrick Spens with the Scots lords at his feet