The king sits in Dumferling town
Drinking the blood red wine
"Where can I get a good Captian
To sail this ship of mine?"
Then up and spoke a sailor boy
Sitting at the king's right knee
"Sir Patrick Spens is the best Captain
That ever sailed to sea"
The king he wrote a broad letter
And he sealed it with his hand
And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens
Walking out on the strand
To Norway, to Norway, to Norway
To Norway or the foam
With all my lords and finery
To bring my new bride home
The first line that Sir Patrick read
He gave a weary sigh
The next line that Sir Patrick read
A salt tear blinds his eye
"Oh, who is it, oh, who is it
Who told the king of me
To set us out this time of year
To sail across the sea?
Drinking the blood red wine
"Where can I get a good Captian
To sail this ship of mine?"
Then up and spoke a sailor boy
Sitting at the king's right knee
"Sir Patrick Spens is the best Captain
That ever sailed to sea"
The king he wrote a broad letter
And he sealed it with his hand
And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens
Walking out on the strand
To Norway, to Norway, to Norway
To Norway or the foam
With all my lords and finery
To bring my new bride home
The first line that Sir Patrick read
He gave a weary sigh
The next line that Sir Patrick read
A salt tear blinds his eye
"Oh, who is it, oh, who is it
Who told the king of me
To set us out this time of year
To sail across the sea?
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