Sir Patrick Spens

#sirpatrickspens #music #viral #fyp #lyrics #song #sea #poetry -------------------------------------------------- [HOOK] Heave away, boys, heave away! The northern seas do roar! Heave away, boys, heave away! For Scotland's crown and shore! Through wind and rain, through foam and spray, Where fate and duty blend, We'll sing the tale forevermore Of brave Sir Patrick Spens! [VERSE 1] The King sits in Dunferline toun, Drinkin the blude-reid wine ‘O whaur will A get a skeely skipper Tae sail this new ship o mine?’ O up and spak an eldern knight, Sat at the king’s richt knee; ‘Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor That ever sailt the sea.’ Our king has written a braid letter And sealed it wi his hand, And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens, Wis walkin on the strand. ‘Tae Noroway, to Noroway, Tae Noroway ower the faem; The King’s dauchter o Noroway, Tis thou maun bring her hame.’ [CHORUS] Yo-ho, heave away! Across the raging foam! The King has called, the sails are raised, And none may turn for home! Yo-ho, heave away! The northern winds descend! We'll raise our cups and sing tonight Of brave Sir Patrick Spens! [VERSE 2] The first word that Sir Partick read Sae loud, loud laucht he; The neist word that Sir Patrick read The tear blindit his ee. ‘O wha is this has duin this deed An tauld the king o me, Tae send us out, at this time o year, Tae sail abuin the sea? ‘Be it wind, be it weet, be it hail, be it sleet, Our ship maun sail the faem; The King’s dauchter o Noroway, Tis we maun fetch her hame.’ They hoystit their sails on Monenday morn, Wi aw the speed they may; They hae landit in Noroway Upon a Wodensday. [CHORUS] Yo-ho, heave away! Across the raging foam! The King has called, the sails are raised, And none may turn for home! Yo-ho, heave away! The northern winds descend! We'll raise our cups and sing tonight Of brave Sir Patrick Spens! [VERSE 3] ‘Mak ready, mak ready, my merry men aw! Our gude ship sails the morn.’ ‘Nou eer alack, ma maister dear, I fear a deadly storm.’ ‘A saw the new muin late yestreen Wi the auld muin in her airm And gif we gang tae sea, maister, A fear we’ll cam tae hairm.’ They hadnae sailt a league, a league, A league but barely three, When the lift grew dark, an the wind blew loud An gurly grew the sea. The ankers brak, an the topmaist lap, It was sic a deadly storm. An the waves cam ower the broken ship Til aw her sides were torn. [CHORUS] Yo-ho, hold the line! The black waves rise and fall! The sea takes kings and common men, Yet duty conquers all! Yo-ho, hold the line! Though thunder splits the sky! We'll face the wrath of Noroway Before we're doomed to die! [VERSE 4] ‘Go fetch a web o silken claith, Anither o the twine, An wap them into our ship’s side, An let nae the sea cam in.’ They fetcht a web o the silken claith, Anither O the twine, An they wappp’d them roun that gude ship’s side, But still the sea cam in. O laith, laith were our gude Scots lords Tae weet their cork-heelt shuin; But lang or aw the play wis playd They wat their hats abuin. And mony wis the feather bed That flattert on the faem; And mony wis the gude lord’s son That never mair cam hame. [BRIDGE] Hear the pipes upon the wind, Echoes from the deep, Where noble hearts and sailor souls Lie in eternal sleep. No gold nor crown could change the tide, No mortal hand defend, Yet still the sea remembers well The name of Patrick Spens. [VERSE 5] O lang, lang may the ladies sit, Wi their fans intae their hand, Afore they see Sir Patrick Spens Come sailin tae the strand! And lang, lang may the maidens sit Wi their gowd kames in their hair, A-waitin for their ane dear loes! For them they’ll see nae mair. Half-ower, half-ower to Aberdour, Tis fifty fathoms deep; An there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens, Wi the Scots lords at his feet! [FINAL CHORUS] Yo-ho, heave away! Let every piper play! For brave Sir Patrick's name shall live Though he has passed away! Yo-ho, heave away! Across eternity! His ship lies deep by Aberdour, Beneath the northern sea! [OUTRO] Heave away, boys... Heave away... Fifty fathoms deep... Sir Patrick sleeps... Heave away... ------------------------------------------- Poems as songs Setting poems to music Poetry and music Poetry songs Musical settings of poems Lyrics and music Poetry meets music Poems set to music Singing poems Lyrics set to music