March 30th, 2009
|12:04 pm - The King sits in Dunfermling toune|
All this talk of the Dunfermline building society going bust has had the ballad of Patrick Spens going round in my head all weekend.
Sir Patrick Spens
The king sits in Dunfermling toune,
Drinking the blude-reid wine:
'O whar will I get guid sailor,
To sail this schip of mine?'
Up and spak an eldern knicht,
Sat at the kings richt kne:
'Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor
That sails upon the se.'
The king has written a braid letter,
And signd it wi his hand,
And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens,
Was walking on the sand.
The first line that Sir Patrick red,
A loud lauch lauched he;
The next line that Sir Patrick red,
The teir blinded his ee.
'O wha is this has don this deid,
This ill deid don to me,
To send me out this time o' the yeir,
To sail upon the se! '
'Mak haste, mak haste, my mirry men all,
Our guid schip sails the morne:'
'O say na sae, my master deir,
For I feir a deadlie storme.
'Late late yestereen I saw the new moone,
Wi the auld moone in hir arme,
And I feir, I feir, my deir master,
That we will cum to harme.'
O our Scots nobles wer richt laith
To weet their cork-heild schoone;
Bot lang owre a' the play were playd,
Thair hats they swam aboone.
O lang, lang may their ladies sit,
Wi their fans into their hand,
Or eir they se Sir Patrick Spens
Cum sailing to the land.
O lang, lang may the ladies stand,
Wi thair gold kems in their hair,
Waiting for thair ain deir lords,
For they'll se thame na mair.
Haf owre, haf owre to Aberdour,
It's fiftie fadom deip,
And thair lies guid Sir Patrick Spens,
Wi the Scots lords at his feit.
Dammit I have this stuck in my head now and I only just stopped Mattie Groves...
I don't know what makes it so compelling, there must be hundreds of ballads on similar subjects, but I think this one is brilliant
Ah. I discover today that it is a Fairport Convention song, so you are hearing it to music