Chords for Sir Patrick Spens

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The King sits in Dunfermline [A] down, drinking [C] blood red wine.
_ Where can I get a good captain [Bb] to [Am] sail this ship [C] of mine?
_ Then up and spoke a sailor boy, [E] sitting at the King's [C] right knee. _ _
_ _ [D] Sir Patrick Spence is [C] the best captain that's [Am] ever sailed [C] to sea.
The _ _ _ _ _ _ _ King has wrote a broad letter [Bb] and sealed it with [C] his hand.
_ Sent it to Sir Patrick [Gm] Spence, was [Am] walking out [C] on a strand.
_ To Norway, to Norway, to [E] Norway [F] o'er the foam. _ _ _
_ [C] With [Bb] all my _ [E] lords and [C] finery, [Dm] to bring my new [C] bride home.
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The first line that Sir Patrick read, [Bb] he gave a [C] weary sigh.
_ The next line that Sir Patrick [Bb] read, the [C] salty air blinds his eye.
_ Oh, who is it, oh who is it, has told the King of me. _ _
_ _ To [Bb] send us [E] out [C] this time of [Gm] year, to sail upon [C] the sea.
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Oh, rest ye well my good men, [Bb] all our [Dm] ship must [C] sail them all.
_ With four and twenty noble lords, dressed [Dm] up in [C] silks so fine.
_ With four and twenty feather beds, [E] to lay their [F] heads upon. _ _
_ _ [D] _ [Bb] Away, away, [C] we love away, [Bb] to bring the [C] King's bride home.
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I fear, I fear, my captain dear, [Bb] I fear we'll [C] come to howl.
_ _ Last night I saw the new moon [Bb] clear, the old [C] moon in her owl.
Oh, be it fair, or be it foul, [E] or be it deadly [D] storm. _
_ _ _ Or blow the [Bb] _
wind, [C] wherever it [Gm] will, our ship [F] must [C] sail them all.
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_ They had sailed a day, a [Gm] day, a [Am] day but [C] only one.
_ When loud and boisterous blew the wind, [Bb] it [Dm] made the good ship [C] moan.
They had sailed a day, a day, [Bb] a day [E] but only [C] three. _
_ _ _ [Am] When all [Bb] the waves [C] came on the side, [D] driving to [C] their knees.
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_ They had sailed a league, a [Bb] league, a [Am] league but [C] only five.
When the anchor broke, the sails were [Bb] torn, and the [C] ship began to writhe.
_ They had sailed a league, a [E] league, a league but [C] only nine. _
[F] _ _ _ [C] When [Bb] all the _ [E]
waves [C] came on the side, [Dm] driving to [C] their chins.
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Oh, who will climb the top mast [Gm] high, while I take [C] helm in hand?
_ _ Who will climb the top [Bb] mast high, to [Am] see if there be [C] dry land?
_ No shore, no shore, my captain dear, I haven't [D] seen dry land. _ _
_ _ But I [Bb] have seen _ a lady fair, [A] with a [C] comb and a glass in her hand. _
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Come down, come down, you sailor boy, [A] I think you [C] tarry long.
_ The salt's seizing at my coat [D]-neck, and [Am] now tick my [C] left arm.
_ Come down, come down, you sailor boy, [Bb] it's here that we [F] must die. _ _ _
[C] The [Bb] ship is torn [E] _ [C] on every side, [Dm] and now the sea comes in. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Oh, loath, loath were those noble lords, [D] to wet their high [C]-heeled shoes.
_ But long before the day was o'er, their hearts they swam aboard. _
And many were the feather-bears [D] that fluttered on the foam.
_ [F] _ _ [C] And many [E] were [C] those noble lords [Gm]
who never did [C] come home.
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[C] _ _ _ _ _ Fifty miles from shore is [Bb] shore, and [Dm] fifty [C] fathoms deep.
_ _ There lies God's Sir Patrick's fence, the [Dm] Scots Lord's [C] at his feet.
_ And long, long may his lady [D] wait, with a lantern in her [C] hand.
_ _ _ _ [C] Before she [E] _ [C] sees her Patrick's fence, come [Dm] sail him home again.
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