Robert Lucas Pearsall - Sir Patrick Spens - текст песни (слова)

The King sits in Dunfermline town,
 Drinking the bloodred wine. 
 "O! where shall I get a captain bold 
 To sail this new ship of mine?" 
 
 The King has written a broad letter,
 And seal'd it with his hand,
 And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens, 
 who was walking on the strand.
 
 To Noraway, to Noraway o'er the foam" 
 "O! who is it has done this deed,
 And told the King of me?
 To send us out at this time of the year,
 To sail upon the sea.
 
 The anchors break, the top masts lap, 
 'Twas such a deadly storm.
 The ladies wrang their fingers white,
 The maidens tore their hair;
 
 O! forty miles from Aberdeen 
 'Tis fifty fathom deep,
 With his comrades at his feet.