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LADY DYSMAL AND THE KITCHEN BOY There was a king, and a glorious king, And a king of mickle fame, And he had daughters only one, Lady Dysmal was her name. He had a boy, and a kitchen-boy, A boy of mickle scorn, And she lovd him lang, and she loved him aye, Till the grass oergrew the corn. When twenty weeks were gone and past, O she began to greet! Her petticoat grew short before, And her stays they wadna meet. It fell upon a winter's night The king could get nae rest; He cam unto his daughter dear, Just like a wandring ghaist. He cam into her bed-chalmer, And drew the curtains round: `What aileth thee, my daughter dear? I fear you've gotten wrong.' `O if I have, despise me not, For he is all my joy; I will forsake baith dukes and earls, And marry your kitchen-boy.' `Go call to me my merry men all, By thirty and by three; Go call to me my kitchen-boy, We'll murder him secretlie.' There was nae din that could be heard, And neer a word was said, Till they got him baith fast and sure Between twa feather-beds. `Go cut the heart out of his breast, And put it in a cup of gold, And present it to his Dysmal dear, For she is baith stout and bold.' They've cut the heart out of his breast, And put it in a cup of gold, And presented it to his Dysmal dear, Who was baith stout and bold. `O come to me, my hinney, my heart, O come to me, my joy! O come to me, my hinney, my heart My father's kitchen-boy!' She's taen the cup out of their hands, And set it at her bed-head; She washd it wi the tears that fell from her eyes, And next morning she was dead. `O where were ye, my merry men all, Whom I paid meat and wage, Ye didna hold my cruel hand When I was in my rage? `For gone is a' my heart's delight, And gone is a' my joy; For my dear Dysmal she is dead, And so is my kitchen-boy.' Child #269 Version C in Child @bastard @murder filename[ LADYDIA5 SOF  8note Sheet |
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