Song | Patrick Spens |
Artist | YoungStar |
Album | Assassin's Creed 4: Black Flag (The Complete Edition) |
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[00:10] | The king sits in dunfermline town |
[00:13] | Drinking the blood red wine |
[00:15] | \"where can I get a good sea captain“ |
[00:18] | To sail in this ship of mine? \" |
[00:20] | Then up there spoke a bonny boy |
[00:23] | Sitting at the king's right knee, |
[00:25] | \"sir patrick spens is the very best seaman“Patrick Spens |
[00:28] | That ever sailed the sea.\" |
[00:30] | The king has written a broad letter |
[00:33] | And sealed it up with his own right hand, |
[00:36] | |
[00:38] | To come at his command |
[00:40] | \"an enemy then this must be“ |
[00:43] | Who told a lie bout me, |
[00:45] | For I was never a good seaman |
[00:48] | Nor ever do I intend to be.\" |
[01:01] | |
[01:03] | A day, but barely three, |
[01:06] | When loud and boisterous grew the winds |
[01:08] | And stormy grew the sea. |
[01:11] | Then up there came a mermaiden |
[01:13] | A comb and glass in hand, |
[01:16] | \"here's a health to you my merry young men,“ |
[01:18] | For you'll not see dry land again!\" |
[01:21] | \"oh, long may my lady look“ |
[01:23] | With a lantern in her hand |
[01:26] | Before she sees my bonny ship |
[01:28] | Come sail homeward to dry land.\" |
[01:35] | Oh Forty miles off aberdeen…… |
[01:37] | The water's just fifty fathoms deep |
[01:40] | |
[01:42] | With the scots lords at his feet |
[00:10] | The king sits in dunfermline town |
[00:13] | Drinking the blood red wine |
[00:15] | " where can I get a good sea captain" |
[00:18] | To sail in this ship of mine? " |
[00:20] | Then up there spoke a bonny boy |
[00:23] | Sitting at the king' s right knee, |
[00:25] | " sir patrick spens is the very best seaman" Patrick Spens |
[00:28] | That ever sailed the sea." |
[00:30] | The king has written a broad letter |
[00:33] | And sealed it up with his own right hand, |
[00:36] | |
[00:38] | To come at his command |
[00:40] | " an enemy then this must be" |
[00:43] | Who told a lie bout me, |
[00:45] | For I was never a good seaman |
[00:48] | Nor ever do I intend to be." |
[01:01] | |
[01:03] | A day, but barely three, |
[01:06] | When loud and boisterous grew the winds |
[01:08] | And stormy grew the sea. |
[01:11] | Then up there came a mermaiden |
[01:13] | A comb and glass in hand, |
[01:16] | " here' s a health to you my merry young men," |
[01:18] | For you' ll not see dry land again!" |
[01:21] | " oh, long may my lady look" |
[01:23] | With a lantern in her hand |
[01:26] | Before she sees my bonny ship |
[01:28] | Come sail homeward to dry land." |
[01:35] | Oh Forty miles off aberdeen |
[01:37] | The water' s just fifty fathoms deep |
[01:40] | |
[01:42] | With the scots lords at his feet |
[00:10] | The king sits in dunfermline town |
[00:13] | Drinking the blood red wine |
[00:15] | " where can I get a good sea captain" |
[00:18] | To sail in this ship of mine? " |
[00:20] | Then up there spoke a bonny boy |
[00:23] | Sitting at the king' s right knee, |
[00:25] | " sir patrick spens is the very best seaman" Patrick Spens |
[00:28] | That ever sailed the sea." |
[00:30] | The king has written a broad letter |
[00:33] | And sealed it up with his own right hand, |
[00:36] | |
[00:38] | To come at his command |
[00:40] | " an enemy then this must be" |
[00:43] | Who told a lie bout me, |
[00:45] | For I was never a good seaman |
[00:48] | Nor ever do I intend to be." |
[01:01] | |
[01:03] | A day, but barely three, |
[01:06] | When loud and boisterous grew the winds |
[01:08] | And stormy grew the sea. |
[01:11] | Then up there came a mermaiden |
[01:13] | A comb and glass in hand, |
[01:16] | " here' s a health to you my merry young men," |
[01:18] | For you' ll not see dry land again!" |
[01:21] | " oh, long may my lady look" |
[01:23] | With a lantern in her hand |
[01:26] | Before she sees my bonny ship |
[01:28] | Come sail homeward to dry land." |
[01:35] | Oh Forty miles off aberdeen |
[01:37] | The water' s just fifty fathoms deep |
[01:40] | |
[01:42] | With the scots lords at his feet |