Chords for Martin Carthy - "Sir Patrick Spens" - No Direction Home Festival, 10th June 2012

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_ [Bb] _ _ [G] _ _ _ Oh, the king sits [Gm] in Dunfermline [A] town drinking a [F] blood red wine.
[C] Says, where will I get me a break and skip a sail this ship of mine?
And up and [D] spoke an old old man [C] sad at the king's right knee.
He says, [Bb] Patrick Spence is the very best [C] sailor who ever did sail on the sea.
So the king he has written him a long long letter, sealed it [F] with his hand.
And he sent it along for Patrick [D] Spence walking [F] down from the sand.
On the very first climb that [C] Patrick bragged so loud so loud loud he.
And the [Bb] very next climb that [F] Patrick bragged down he fell to his knee.
[Gm] Oh, who is this who has done this [Cm] deed?
Tell him the [F] king on me.
For to send us [Bb] out this time of the [D] year the sail on the salt salt sea.
To [Bb] Norway to [Cm] hull or way to Norway over the foam.
It is the [G] king's daughter [Db] far Norway.
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[F] they set [D] sail with all good speed on a Monday in [F] the morn.
And they have arrived far over the sea [E] on a Wednesday in [F] the eve.
And they [C] not been in far Norway a week but barely three.
When [Bb] all those wrongs were [F] far Norway be got out aloud [C] for the say.
All you Scots foreigners [Gm] spend our king's [Cm] gold swallow up [F] our [G] money.
Oh weary [Gm] weary the tone that lies see how it [F] lies on me.
Make [Bb] ready ready my [C] good men on the little ship [F] sails in the morn.
Be it wind be it [C] break be it hail be it sleep be it fair or deadly storm.
[F] But up and spoke [Bb] our own weathered land our fear [Fm] would all be [C] drowned.
For I saw the new moon late last night the old [F] moon in her arm.
[Bb] And they not sailed [C] a league and a league and we were barely three.
[Bb] When through and through the little ship's side [C] the spine that we all see.
[Cm] Oh where will I get me a brave young boy [C] take my helm [F] in hand.
While I [D] climb up to the tall [Gm] top mast see [C] can I spine land.
And [Bb] he's not gone a [Gm] step and a step a [C] step we're barely one.
When the whirling [F] winds in the ugly troughs come a [C]-driving to their shin.
[Fm] Oh fetch me a [Gm] web of a silken cloth [C] another web of the twine.
And lay them around our [Bb] little ship's side [C] let not the sea come in.
And [Bb] they got a web of a [C] silken cloth another web of the twine.
And they [Bb] lay them around [F] the little ship's side [C] still the sea come [F] in.
On the anchor snap [Bb] the top mast whack [C] it was a deadly storm.
And the whirling winds and [Gm] the ugly troughs come [B] a-driving to their chin.
[Bb] And there come a gale from [C] the north or east so loud so loud it bleep.
It cried Patrick's pen [F] on all of his men [C] a-drowning in the deep.
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Loath, loath for the good Scots lords to wet their [F] shining shoe.
[C] But long [G] and dare this play was done their house [C] was so blue.
And many were [C] the five feathered men flattering over the [F] foe.
And many were the good Lord's sons who never [C] ever brought them home.
[F] And long long [Gm] the ladies sit [C] their gold combs in their hand.
Before [D] they see Sir Patrick's pen a-sailing [F] to Trident.
Oh it's [Bb] east by north from [C] hour by hour it's [D] fifty [C] thousand deep.
And [Bb] it's there it lies [F] Patrick's pen the [C] Scots Lord's at his [F] feet.
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