“O whare will I get a skeely skipper,
To sail this new ship of mine?”
O up and spake an eldern knight,
Sat at the king’s right knee,—
“Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor,
That ever sailed the sea.”—
Our king has written a braid letter,
And seal’d it with his hand,
And sent it to sir Patrick Spens,
Was walking on the strand.