Thus endeth the hunting of Chevy-Chace, Made by the Erie Percye.
God save our king, and bless this land
With plentye, joy, and peace, And grant henceforth that foule debate
'Twixt noblemen may cease !
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SIR PATRICK SPENS
THE King sits in Dunfermline town, Drinking the blude-red wine:
'O whaur will I get a skeely skipper To sail this new ship o' mine? '
O up and spake an eldern knight, Sat at the King's right knee :
'Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor That ever sailed the sea.'
Our King has written a braid letter And sealed it wi' his hand,
And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens, Was walking on the strand.
'To Noroway, to Noroway, To Noroway o'er the faem;
The King's daughter to Noroway, 'Tis thou maun bring her hame.'
The first word that Sir Patrick read, Sac loud, loud lauchcd he;
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