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The waters are flashing,
The whirlwind is rolling,
The Earth is like Ocean, Wreck-strewn and in motion : Bird, beast, man, and worm, Have crept out of the storm
II. • Our boat has one sail, And the helmsman is pale; — A bold pilot I trow, Who should follow us now,' –
And she cried : 'Ply the oar ;
O'er the sea.
And from isle, tower, and rock,
From the lee.
III. • And fear'st thou, and fear'st thou ? And see'st thou, and hear'st thou ? And drive we not free O'er the terrible sca,
I and thou?'
One boat-cloak did cover
Soft and low ;
While around the lashed Ocean,
To and fro.
And with curses as wild
O Mary, go and call the cattle home,
And call the cattle home,
And call the cattle home, Across the sands o' Dee; The western wind was wild and dank wi' foam,
And all alone went she.
The creeping tide came up along the sand,
And o'er and o’er the sand,
And round and round the sand, As far as eye could see; The blinding mist came down and hid the land,
And never home came she.
O is it weed or fish or floating hair,
A tress o’golden hair,
O’ drowned maiden's hair,
Among the stakes on Dee.'
They rowed her in across the rolling foam,
The cruel crawling foam,
The cruel hungry foam, To her grave beside the sea; But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home Across the sands o' Dee.
Hath the lone fisher on the lonely sea,
SIR PATRICK SPENS.
The king sits in Dunfermline town,
Drinking the blude-red wine;
To sail this new ship of mine?'