"O where will I get a little wee boy Will tak' my helm in hand, Till I gae up to my tapmast, And see for some dry land?" 80 He hadna gane to his tapmast A step but barely three; Ere thro' and thro' the bonny ship's side, He saw the green haw sea. "There are five-an-fifty feather beds 85 Well packed in ae room; And ye'll get as muckle guid canvas As wrap the ship a' roun'; "Ye'll pict her well, and spare her not, And mak' her hale and soun'." 90 But ere he had the word well spoke The bonny ship was down. O laith, laith were our guid lords' sons To weet their milk-white hands; But lang ere a' the play was ower 95 They wat their gowden bands. O laith, laith were our Scots lords' sons To weet their coal-black shoon; But lang ere a' the play was ower They wat their hats aboon. 100 It's even ower by Aberdour It's fifty fathoms deep, And yonder lies Sir Patrick Spens, And a's men at his feet. It's even ower by Aberdour, 105 There's mony a craig and fin, And yonder lies Sir Patrick Spens, Wi' mony a guid lord's son. Lang, lang will the ladyes look Into their morning weed, 110 Before they see young Patrick Spens Come sailing ower the fleed. Lang, lang will the ladyes look Wi' their fans in their hand, Before they see him, Patrick Spens, 115 Come sailing to dry land. LORD LIVINGSTON. From Buchan's _Ballads of the North of Scotland_, ii. 39. It fell about the Lammas time, When wightsmen won their hay; A' the squires in merry Linkum, Went a' forth till a play. They play'd until the evening tide, 5 The sun was gaeing down; A lady thro' plain fields was bound, A lily leesome thing. Two squires that for this lady pledged, In hopes for a renown; 10 The one was call'd the proud Seaton, The other Livingston. "When will ye, Michaell o' Livingston, Wad for this lady gay?" "To-morrow, to-morrow," said Livingston, 15 "To-morrow, if you may." Then they hae wadded their wagers, And laid their pledges down; To the high castle o' Edinbro' They made them ready boun'. 20 The chamber that they did gang in, There it was daily dight; The kipples were like the gude red gowd, As they stood up in hight; And the roof-tree like the siller white, 25 And shin'd like candles bright.