Chords for Sir Patrick Spens - Nic Jones
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G] Oh, the king he sits [C] in Dardenferm, Lyddentown, A [G]-drinkin' the blood red wine.
Oh, where will I [C] get a fine mariner To [G] sail seven ships of mine?
And then up [C] spoke a fine young man, Sat at the king's right knee,
Sir Patrick Spence is the best mariner Has ever sailed on the seas.
So the king he has written a broad letter, And signed it [G] with his own hand,
And he sent it off [C] to Sir Patrick Spence, A-walkin' all on the histerand.
And the very [C] first lines that [G] Patrick he read, A little laugh then gave he,
And the very [C] last lines that Patrick [G] read, The salt he has filled his eyes.
Oh, who is [C] he that's done this a deed, And [G] told the king, pardon me?
Oh, never was I a good mariner, And never do [G] intend to be.
Late [C] yest'reen I [G] saw the new moon, With the old moon in her arms,
And I [C] fear, I fear [G] a deadly storm, A ship she will come to harm.
But rise up, rise [C] up, my merry men all, A little ship she sails in the morn.
[G] Whether it's a [C] windy or whether it's a wet, Or whether there's a deadly storm,
And there [C] hadn't been a sail in a [G] league or more, A league but barely nine.
Till the wind [C] hadn't wet, and [G] sleet and snow, Come a [G]-blowin' up behind.
Oh, where [C] can I get a little cabin boy, [G] To take the helmet in hand?
While I go [C] up to the topmast high, And see if I can't spy land.
Come down, [C] come down, Sir [G] Patrick spends, We fear that we all must die.
For [C] in and out of the [G] goodn' ship's hull, They wind and the ocean fly.
And if any first step that Patrick he took, The water it came to his knees.
And if any last step that Patrick he took, They drowned they were in the seas.
And many was the fine feather bed, That floated on the foam.
And [C] many was the [G] little Lord's son, That never, never more came home.
And long, [C] long may their ladies sit, With [G] the fans all in their hands,
Before they see Sir Patrick spends, Come a-sailin' along the strand.
For it's [C] fifty miles to [G] Aberdeen shore, It's fifty fathoms deep.
And there [C] does lies Sir [G] Patrick spends, With the little Lord's at his feet.
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[G] Oh, the king he sits [C] in Dardenferm, Lyddentown, A [G]-drinkin' the blood red wine.
Oh, where will I [C] get a fine mariner To [G] sail seven ships of mine?
And then up [C] spoke a fine young man, Sat at the king's right knee,
Sir Patrick Spence is the best mariner Has ever sailed on the seas.
So the king he has written a broad letter, And signed it [G] with his own hand,
And he sent it off [C] to Sir Patrick Spence, A-walkin' all on the histerand.
And the very [C] first lines that [G] Patrick he read, A little laugh then gave he,
And the very [C] last lines that Patrick [G] read, The salt he has filled his eyes.
Oh, who is [C] he that's done this a deed, And [G] told the king, pardon me?
Oh, never was I a good mariner, And never do [G] intend to be.
Late [C] yest'reen I [G] saw the new moon, With the old moon in her arms,
And I [C] fear, I fear [G] a deadly storm, A ship she will come to harm.
But rise up, rise [C] up, my merry men all, A little ship she sails in the morn.
[G] Whether it's a [C] windy or whether it's a wet, Or whether there's a deadly storm,
And there [C] hadn't been a sail in a [G] league or more, A league but barely nine.
Till the wind [C] hadn't wet, and [G] sleet and snow, Come a [G]-blowin' up behind.
Oh, where [C] can I get a little cabin boy, [G] To take the helmet in hand?
While I go [C] up to the topmast high, And see if I can't spy land.
Come down, [C] come down, Sir [G] Patrick spends, We fear that we all must die.
For [C] in and out of the [G] goodn' ship's hull, They wind and the ocean fly.
And if any first step that Patrick he took, The water it came to his knees.
And if any last step that Patrick he took, They drowned they were in the seas.
And many was the fine feather bed, That floated on the foam.
And [C] many was the [G] little Lord's son, That never, never more came home.
And long, [C] long may their ladies sit, With [G] the fans all in their hands,
Before they see Sir Patrick spends, Come a-sailin' along the strand.
For it's [C] fifty miles to [G] Aberdeen shore, It's fifty fathoms deep.
And there [C] does lies Sir [G] Patrick spends, With the little Lord's at his feet.
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_ _ _ [G] Oh, the king he sits [C] in Dardenferm, Lyddentown, A [G]-drinkin' the blood red wine.
Oh, where will I [C] get a fine mariner To [G] sail seven ships of mine?
And then up [C] spoke a fine young man, Sat at the king's right knee,
Sir Patrick Spence is the best mariner Has ever sailed on the seas.
So the king he has written a broad letter, And signed it [G] with his own hand,
And he sent it off [C] to Sir Patrick Spence, A-walkin' all on the histerand.
And the very [C] first lines that [G] Patrick he read, A little laugh then gave he,
And the very [C] last lines that Patrick [G] read, The salt he has filled his eyes.
Oh, who is [C] he that's done this a deed, And [G] told the king, pardon me?
Oh, never was I a good mariner, And never do [G] intend to be.
Late [C] yest'reen I [G] saw the new moon, With the old moon in her arms,
And I [C] fear, I fear [G] a deadly storm, A ship she will come to harm.
But rise up, rise [C] up, my merry men all, A little ship she sails in the morn.
[G] Whether it's a [C] windy or whether it's a wet, Or whether there's a deadly storm,
And there [C] hadn't been a sail in a [G] league or more, A league but barely nine.
Till the wind [C] hadn't wet, and [G] sleet and snow, Come a [G]-blowin' up behind.
_ Oh, where [C] can I get a little cabin boy, [G] To take the helmet in hand?
While I go [C] up to the topmast high, And see if I can't spy land.
Come down, [C] come down, Sir [G] Patrick spends, We fear that we all must die.
For [C] in and out of the [G] goodn' ship's hull, They wind and the ocean fly.
And if any first step that Patrick he took, The water it came to his knees.
And if any last step that Patrick he took, They drowned they were in the seas.
And many was the fine feather bed, That floated on the foam.
And [C] many was the [G] little Lord's son, That never, never more came home.
And long, [C] long may their ladies sit, With [G] the fans all in their hands,
Before they see Sir Patrick spends, Come a-sailin' along the strand.
For it's [C] fifty miles to [G] Aberdeen shore, It's fifty fathoms deep.
And there [C] does lies Sir [G] Patrick spends, With the little Lord's at his feet. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [G] Oh, the king he sits [C] in Dardenferm, Lyddentown, A [G]-drinkin' the blood red wine.
Oh, where will I [C] get a fine mariner To [G] sail seven ships of mine?
And then up [C] spoke a fine young man, Sat at the king's right knee,
Sir Patrick Spence is the best mariner Has ever sailed on the seas.
So the king he has written a broad letter, And signed it [G] with his own hand,
And he sent it off [C] to Sir Patrick Spence, A-walkin' all on the histerand.
And the very [C] first lines that [G] Patrick he read, A little laugh then gave he,
And the very [C] last lines that Patrick [G] read, The salt he has filled his eyes.
Oh, who is [C] he that's done this a deed, And [G] told the king, pardon me?
Oh, never was I a good mariner, And never do [G] intend to be.
Late [C] yest'reen I [G] saw the new moon, With the old moon in her arms,
And I [C] fear, I fear [G] a deadly storm, A ship she will come to harm.
But rise up, rise [C] up, my merry men all, A little ship she sails in the morn.
[G] Whether it's a [C] windy or whether it's a wet, Or whether there's a deadly storm,
And there [C] hadn't been a sail in a [G] league or more, A league but barely nine.
Till the wind [C] hadn't wet, and [G] sleet and snow, Come a [G]-blowin' up behind.
_ Oh, where [C] can I get a little cabin boy, [G] To take the helmet in hand?
While I go [C] up to the topmast high, And see if I can't spy land.
Come down, [C] come down, Sir [G] Patrick spends, We fear that we all must die.
For [C] in and out of the [G] goodn' ship's hull, They wind and the ocean fly.
And if any first step that Patrick he took, The water it came to his knees.
And if any last step that Patrick he took, They drowned they were in the seas.
And many was the fine feather bed, That floated on the foam.
And [C] many was the [G] little Lord's son, That never, never more came home.
And long, [C] long may their ladies sit, With [G] the fans all in their hands,
Before they see Sir Patrick spends, Come a-sailin' along the strand.
For it's [C] fifty miles to [G] Aberdeen shore, It's fifty fathoms deep.
And there [C] does lies Sir [G] Patrick spends, With the little Lord's at his feet. _ _ _ _
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