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LADY DYSIE 2 There once was a king and a very great king And a king of muckle fame He had a lovely dochter fair Lady Dysie was her name And word's gane up and word's gane doon And word's gane right roond aboot Lady Dysie she gars right roond aboot And tae whom they darena ken When bells were rung and Mass was sung And they've all gan tae their rest The king's gane tae Lady Dysie's bower And he wasnae a welcome guest He's pu'd the curtains right roond aboot And there he sat him doon Tell tae me Lady Dysie he said What gars ye gan so roond? It is tae a lord or tae a laird Or to a Baron o' high degree Gae tell tae me Lady Dysie he said And I pray ye darena lee O it's no to a lord and it's no to a laird Nor to any mon o' high degree It's tae Roger the kitchie boy Wha calls sae aye tae me He's called his merry men oot by one By one by twa by three At last came Roger the kitchie boy And he's dashed him tae a tree He's taken oot that bonnie boy's heirt Put it in a cup o' gold And sent it tae Lady Dysie's bower Because she'd been sae bold Farewell mither farewell faither Farewell to comfort and joy He died for me I'll die for him Though he was but a kitchie boy Farewell mither farewell faither Farewell my brothers free Ye thought ye had taken the life of yin But you've taken the life of three Child #269 Roud R112 @murder @bastard @love @baby @Scottish filename[ LADYDIA2 AJS |
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