When the fiery fight is heard no more, T. CAMPBELL. XXXIX A Sea Song A WET sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast Away the good ship flies, and leaves O for a soft and gentle wind! But give to me the snoring breeze There's tempest in yon hornèd moon, Our heritage the sea. ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. XL Sir Patrick Spens THE king sits in Dumfermline town O whare will I get a skeely skipper O up and spak an eldern knight, Our king has written a braid letter, 'To Noroway, to Noroway, To Noroway o'er the faem; The king's daughter o' Noroway, 'Tis thou must bring her hame.' The first word that Sir Patrick read So loud, loud laugh'd he; The neist word that Sir Patrick read The tear blinded his e'e. 'O wha is this has done this deed And tauld the king o' me, To send us out, at this time o' year, To sail upon the sea? skeely] skilful. Be it wind, be it weet, be it hail, be it sleet, They hoysed their sails on Monenday morn, 'Mak ready, mak ready, my merry men a'! 'I saw the new moon late yestreen, They hadna sail'd a league, a league, When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud, And gurly grew the sea. The ankers brak, and the topmast lap, It was sic a deadly storm: And the waves cam owre the broken ship 'Go fetch a web o' the silken claith, Another o' the twine, And wap them into our ship's side, And let nae the sea come in.' They fetched a web o' the silken claith, And they wapp'd them round that gude ship's side, O laith, laith were our gude Scots lords And mony was the feather bed O lang, lang may the ladies sit, And lang, lang may the maidens sit Wi' their gowd kames in their hair, Half-owre, half-owre to Aberdour, And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens, flatter'd] tossed afloat. kames] combs. XLI The Saylor's only Delight Shewing the brave Fight between the GeorgeAloe, the Sweepstake, and certain Frenchmen at Sea THE George-Aloe, and the Sweepstake, too, with hey, with hoe, for and a nony no, O, they were Marchant men, and bound for Safee, and alongst the cost of Barbary. The George-Aloe to Anchor came, with hey, &c. And the jolly Sweepstake kept on her way, and alongst, &c. They had not sailed leagues two or three, with hey, &c. But they met with a Frenchman of war upon the Sea, and alongst, &c. All hayl, all hayl, you lusty Gallants, with hey, &c. Of whence is your fair Ship, whether are you bound? and alongst, &c. We are Englishmen, and bound for Safee, with hey, &c. Of whence is your fair Ship, or whether are you and alongst, &c. Amain, amain, you gallant Englishman, with hey, &c. bound? Come, you French Swads, and strike down your sails, and alongst, &c. |