Thanks, Deni. Nice to see you again!
13. There I Must Lie (Deni Couch ©2000)
Deni Couch - vocal & treble recorder; Ned Couch - National Steel resonator guitar
Was Anne Boleyn, second wife of Henry VIII of England, a witch & adultress or a victim of court
intrigue? After just three years of marriage, during which time she gave birth to the future Queen
Elizabeth I, she was convicted of high treason & beheaded in May 1536. King Henry was betrothed
to Jane Seymour the day after his wife's execution.
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THERE I MUST LIE
(Deni Couch)
When I was a young girl, I lived overseas, / All by the advice that my father gave me.
The heir to Northumberland asked for my hand, / But his promises slipped through my fingers like sand.
Then the king of all England paid court in his place / & showered gifts on me of jewels and brocades.
My brother did warn me, I'd made a mistake / When the king cast his own queen aside for my sake.
He said, 'You've made your bed, and there you must lie, / No matter how many young men catch your eye.
Tho' their glances devour you, you mustn't be swayed / & always stay true to the choice that you made.
A child grew within me; the king he was glad. / A fine son he wanted, more than all that he had,
But a daughter I bore him, and I could soon see / That the heat of my king's love had grown cold to me.
The rumours soon started; they said the young queen / Consorting with gentlemen, she had been seen,
That my court musician, a gentle lad he, / And even my brother, my lovers did be.
But I've made my bed, and there I must lie / While they say there were many more men caught my eye.
Tho' their glances devoured me, I never was swayed, / And always stayed true to the choice that I made.
The five hapless young men, unjustly accused, / Were convicted of treason and sentenced to die.
My own uncle Thomas -- how well I loved he! -- / Presided o'er the judges who then condemned me.
My date of execution is the nineteenth of May. / My friends and my brother have been dead these two days,
Beheaded, or hanged on the high gallows tree, / While the court plans to welcome the king's new lady.
But I've made my bed, and there I must lie / While they say there were many more men caught my eye.
Tho' their glances devoured me, I never was swayed, / And always stayed true to the choice that I made.
I'll never be old, nor wear widow's gowns. / I will not see my daughter grow to a fine queen.
The sun in the morning will rise without me; / It will set on my grave on the day I'm buried.
For I've made my bed, and there I will lie, / Remembering the young men who loved me and died.
As I go to my death, I resolve to be brave / And I'll remain true to the choice that I made.
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