- There shall no man go to my ship Till I say mass and dine, And take my leave of my lady; Go to my bonny ship syne.
- When he was up at the top-mast head Around could naething see, But terrible storm in the air aboon, And below the roaring sea.
- 'Come down, come down, my good master, You see not what I see; For thro an thro your bonny ship's side I see the green salt sea.'
- Lang lang will the ladies look, Wi their gown-tails owre their crown, Before they see Sir Patrick Spens Sailing to Dumferline town.
No: 58; variant: 58M
Source: Buchan's Gleaning, p. 196, "from a very intelligent old man."