"Gae fetch a web o' the silken claith, Another o' the twine, And wap them into our ship's side, 75 And letna the sea come in." They fetched a web o' the silken claith, Another o' the twine, And they wapped them roun' that gude ship's side, But still the sea came in. 80 "O laith laith were our gude Scots lords To weet their cork-heeled shoon! But lang or a' the play was played, They wat their hats aboon. And mony was the feather-bed 85 That flatter'd on the faem; And mony was the gude lord's son That never mair cam hame. 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 Spens 95 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. BOOK IV. KING ESTMERE. From _Reliques of English Poetry_, i. 65. "This romantic legend," says Percy, "is given from two copies, one of them in the Editor's folio MS., but which contained very great variations." This second copy has been conjectured to be of Percy's own making, the ballad never having been heard of by any one else, out of his manuscript. Judging from the internal evidence, the alterations made in the printed text were not very serious.