Fairport Convention

The King sits in Dunfirmline town, drinking of the blood-red wine
Where can I get a steely skipper to sail this might boat of mine?
Then up there spoke a bonny boy, sitting at the King's right knee
Sir Patrick Spens is the very best seaman that ever sailed upon the sea
The King has written a broad letter and sealed it up with his own right hand
Sending word unto Sir Patrick to come to him at his command
An enemy then this must be who told the lie concerning me
For I was never a very good seaman, nor ever do intend to be
Last night I saw the new moon clear with the new moon in her hair
And that is a sign since we were born that means there'll be a deadly storm