XX
O lang, lang may the ladies sit,
Wi’ their fans into their hand,
Before they see Sir Patrick Spens
Come sailing to the strand!
XXI
And lang, lang may the maidens sit
Wi’ their gowd kames[469] in their hair,
A-waiting for their ain dear loves!
For them they’ll see nae mair.
XXII
Half-owre, half-owre to Aberdour,
’Tis fifty fathoms deep;
And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens,
Wi’ the Scots lords at his feet!
FOOTNOTES:
[464] skeely = skilful.
[465] lift = sky.
[466] lap = sprang.