The first word that Sir Patrick read,
Sae loud loud laughed he;

The neist word that Sir Patrick read,
The tear blinded his e'e.

"O wha is this has done this deed, And tauld the king o' me,

To send me out, at this time of the year,
To sail upon the sea?

"Be't wind or weet, be't hail or sleet,
Our ship maun sail the faem;
The king's daughter to Noroway,

'Tis we must fetch her hame."

They hoysed their sails on Moneday morn,
Wi' a' the speed they may;

Thay ha'e landed in Noroway,
Upon a Wodensday.

They hadna been a week, a week,

In Noroway, but twae,

When that the lords o' Noroway

Began aloud to say

"Ye Scottishmen spend a' our king's goud,

And a' our queenis fee." "Ye lie, ye lie, ye liars loud!

Fu' loud I hear ye lie;

2. Gold.

"For I ha'e brought as much white monie, As gane3 my men and me,

And I ha'e brought a half-fou of gude red goud,

Out o'er the sea wi' me.

"Make ready, make ready, my merry men a'! Our gude ship sails the morn.

"Now, ever alake," my master dear,

I fear a deadly storm!"

"I saw the new moon, late yestreen,
Wi' the auld moon in her arm;
And, if we gan to sea, master,
I fear we'll come to harm."

They hadna sailed a league, a league,
A league but barely three,

When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud,

And gurly grew the sea.

The ankers brak, and the top-masts lap,

It was sic a deadly storm;

And the waves cam o'er the broken ship,
Till a' her sides were torn.

3. Suffice. 4. Bushel.

5. Alack.

6. Sky.

"O where will I get a gude sailor,
To take my helm in hand,
Till I get up to the tall top-mast,
To see if I can spy land?"

"O here am I, a sailor gude,
To take the helm in hand,

Till you go to the tall top-mast,

But I fear you'll ne'er spy land."

He hadna gane a step, a step,

A step but barely ane,

When a boult flew out of our goodly ship,
And the salt sea it came in.

"Gae fetch a web o' the silken claith,

Another o' the twine,

And wap them into our ship's side,
And let nae the sea come in."

They fetched a web o' the silken claith,
Another o' the twine,

And they wapped them round that gude ship's side,

But still the sea came in.

O laith, laith, were our gude Scots lords,

To weet' their cork-heeled shoon !

7. Wet.

8. Shoes.

But lang or a' the play was played,
They wat' their hats aboon.'

And mony was the feather-bed,
That floated on the faem;

And mony was the gude lord's son,
That never mair cam hame.

The ladys wrang their fingers white,
The maidens tore their hair,

A' for the sake of their true loves-
For them they'll see nae mair.

O lang, lang may the ladys sit,
Wi' their fans into their hand,
Before they see Sir Patrick Spens,
Come sailing to the strand!

And lang, lang may the maidens sit, With their goud kaims in their hair, A' waiting for their ain dear loves! For them they'll see nae mair.

Half owre, half owre to Aberdour, 'Tis fifty fathoms deep

And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens, Wi' the Scots lords at his feet.

9. Above.

Studies

I. Write twenty lines on the effect the invention of printing would have upon literature.

2. Has Tennyson added any facts to Malory's description of the death of Arthur? Does he contradict any of the statements Malory makes? Compare the two selections and see to just how great an extent Tennyson uses his imagination. Read Malory's description of Launcelot's death and then using your imagination write a description of twice the length.

3. Compare Tyndale's version of the Lord's Prayer with the one now in Matthew vi, 9-13, and in Luke xi, 2-4. Compare the previous quotation with John xi, 23-25, and the Magnificat with Luke i, 46–55.

4. Read the selection from Holinshed's Chronicle in Part Twelve, and compare the language with the selections from Tyndale.

5. Read the ballads mentioned for review and then compare them with Sir Patrick Spens. Which of the ballads do you like best? What are its merits as a piece of literature?