Sir Walter Scott's Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, Volumen1W. Blackwood and sons, 1902 - 2 páginas |
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Página 229 - Our gude ship sails the morn." " Now ever alake, my master dear, I fear a deadly storm ! " I saw the new moon, late yestreen, Wi' the auld moon in her arm ; And if we gang to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm.
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Página 231 - The ladyes wrang their fingers white, The maidens tore their hair, A for the sake of their true loves, For them they'll see na mair. O lang, lang may the ladyes sit, Wi' their fans into their hand, Before they see Sir Patrick Spens Come sailing to the strand!
Página 229 - O where will I get a gude sailor, To take my helm in hand, Till I get up to the tall topmast, To see if I can spy land?' 'O here am I, a sailor gude, To take the helm in hand, Till you go up to the tall topmast, But I fear you'll ne'er spy land.
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