58B.1 THE king he sits in Dumferling, Drinking the blude reid wine: O ‘O where will I get a gude sailor, That’l sail the ships o mine?’ O58B.2 Up then started a yallow-haird man, Just be the kings right knee: ‘Sir Patrick Spence is the best sailor That ever saild the see.’58B.3 Then the king he wrote a lang letter, And sealld it with his hand, And sent it to Sir Patrick Spence, That was lyand at Leith Sands.


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