Bold Captain Gray comes down To islands warm, Where tawny men are chattel; Sees brightly Patrick Spens Survive a storm, And wants to win the battle!
But when the cannon Shots roar all 'round them And punch a hole in th' aft deck; Laments that Spens was found A man too "holey" Murmur around the carrack!
What were his last words, Tell them to me boys, Or I'll get raw with fury! For Patrick owed your Weight in Spanish coin; God stablished I his jury!
But when the men had Still not loosed their lips, E'en under pain or menace; Says Gray, what senators Be these lads who still Possess no fear of penance?
Then comes the lookout boy From up above, Where long the mast had held him; Says, Patrick Spens just Gave me his last word; See here, it's writ on vellum!
Then up the captain roars... And makes to burn the stores... For tricks the crew had played... With rage, the captain said: Beehive the rightless dogs, to hell ‘em, Give me the answer scrawled on vellum!