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| 3:06 | 
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The King sits in Dunfirmline town, drinking of the blood-red wine
"Where can I get a steely skipper to sail this might boat 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 clear with the new 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 |
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| 2. |
| 3:56 |
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As I walked out on a midsummer's morning
For to view the fields and to take the air Down by the banks of the sweet primroses There I beheld a most love lie fair Three short steps, I stepped up to her Not knowing her as she passed me by I stepped up to her, thinking for to view her She appeared to be like some virtuous bride I says "Fair maid, where are you going? And what's the occasion of all your brief? I will make you as happy as any lady If you will grant to me one small relief" "Stand off, stand off, you're a false deceiver You are a false deceitful man, I know 'Tis you that has caused my poor heart to wander And in your comfort lies no refrain" So I'll go down to some lonesome valley Where no man on earth shall there me find Where the pretty little small birds do change their voices And every moment blows blusterous wind So come all young men who go a-sailing Pray pay attention to what I say For there's many a dark and a cloudy morning Turns out to be a sunshiny day |
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| 3:56 | 
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| 12:04 |
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Just a roll, just a roll Just a roll on your drum Just a roll, just a roll And the war has begun Now the right thing's the wrong thing No more excuses to come Just one step at a time And the war has begunShe's run away, she's run away And she ran so bitterly Now call to your colours, friend Don't you call to meDon't you cry, don't you cry Don't you cry upon the sea Don't you cry, don't you cry For your lady and me |
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| 5. |
| 3:44 |
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| 6. |
| 3:44 |
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A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year
Lord Donald's wife came into the church, the gospel for to hear And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd "Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light" "Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are my master's wife" "But if I am Lord Donald's wife, Lord Donald's not at home He is out in the far cornfields bringing the yearlings home" And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said He swore Lord Donald he would know before the sun would set And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran And when he came to the broad millstream, he took off his shoes and he swam Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep When he awoke, Lord Donald was standing at his feet Saying "How do you like my feather bed and how do you like my sheets How do you like my lady who lies in your arms asleep?" "Oh, well I like your feather bed and well I like your sheets But better I like your lady gay who lies in my arms asleep" "Well, get up, get up," Lord Donald cried, "get up as quick as you can It'll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked man" "Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life For you have two long beaten swords and I not a pocket knife" "Well it's true I have two beaten swords and they cost me deep in the purse But you will have the better of them and I will have the worse And you will strike the very first blow and strike it like a man I will strike the very next blow and I'll kill you if I can" So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Donald sore Lord Donald struck the very next blow and Matty struck no more And then Lord Donald took his wife and he sat her on his knee Saying "Who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or me?" And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free "I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips than you or your finery" Lord Donald he jumped up and loudly he did bawl He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall "A grave, a grave," Lord Donald cried, "to put these lovers in But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin |
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| 7. |
| 4:32 |
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| 8. |
| 5:02 |
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