The ladyes wrang their fingers white,
The maidens tore their hair;90
A' for the sake of their true loves,
For them they'll see nae mair.
O lang lang may the ladyes sit,
Wi' their fans into their hand,
Before they see Sir Patrick Spens95
Come sailing to the strand!
And lang lang may the maidens sit,
Wi' their goud kaims in their hair,
A' waiting for their ain dear loves,
For them they'll see nae mair.100
O forty miles off Aberdeen
'Tis fifty fathoms deep,
And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens
Wi' the Scots lords at his feet.