The book of British ballads . hen a boult flew out of our goodly ship, And the salt sea it came in. Gae fetch a web o the silken claith, Another o the twine,And wap them into our ships side, 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 ships side; But still the sea came in. Franiilin, del. T. Armstrong, sc. )5 O kith laith were our gude Scots lords To weet their cork-heeled shoon,But lang or a the play was playedThey wat their hats aboon! And mony was the feather bedThat floated on the faem ;And mony was the gude lor
The book of British ballads . hen a boult flew out of our goodly ship, And the salt sea it came in. Gae fetch a web o the silken claith, Another o the twine,And wap them into our ships side, 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 ships side; But still the sea came in. Franiilin, del. T. Armstrong, sc. )5 O kith laith were our gude Scots lords To weet their cork-heeled shoon,But lang or a the play was playedThey wat their hats aboon! And mony was the feather bedThat floated on the faem ;And mony was the gude lords sonThat never mair came hame ! The ladyes wrang their fingers white— The maidens tore their hair ;A for the sake of their true loves—For them they 11 see na mair. O lang lang may the ladyes sit, Wi their fans into their hand,Before they see Sir Patrick SpensCome sailing to the strand! And lang lang may the maidens sit, Wi their gowd kaims in their hair,A waiting for their ain dear loves—For them they 11 see na mair !. Franklin, del. T. Armstrong, sc :9a
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