The King sits in[G] Dunfirml[D]ine town[G], [D]
[G]drinking [D]of the [G]blood-red [D]wine
[Em]"Where can I [C]get a steely [G]skipper
to [D]sail this [C]might [G]boat of [Am]mine?"
[G]Then up there [D]spoke a [G]bonny [D]boy,
[G]sitting [D]at the [G]King's right [D]knee
[Em]"Sir Patrick [C]Spens is the [G]very best seaman
[D]that ever [C]sailed [G]upon the [Am]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 clear
with the old moon in her hair
And that is a sign since we were born
that means there'll be a deadly storm
They had not sailed upon the deep a day, a day but barely free
When loud and boisterous blew the winds and loud and noisy blew the sea
Then up there came a mermaiden,
a comb and glass all in her hand
"Here's to you my merry young men
for you'll not see dry land again"
Long may my lady stand
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
[G]drinking [D]of the [G]blood-red [D]wine
[Em]"Where can I [C]get a steely [G]skipper
to [D]sail this [C]might [G]boat of [Am]mine?"
[G]Then up there [D]spoke a [G]bonny [D]boy,
[G]sitting [D]at the [G]King's right [D]knee
[Em]"Sir Patrick [C]Spens is the [G]very best seaman
[D]that ever [C]sailed [G]upon the [Am]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 clear
with the old moon in her hair
And that is a sign since we were born
that means there'll be a deadly storm
They had not sailed upon the deep a day, a day but barely free
When loud and boisterous blew the winds and loud and noisy blew the sea
Then up there came a mermaiden,
a comb and glass all in her hand
"Here's to you my merry young men
for you'll not see dry land again"
Long may my lady stand
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
