Connie Dover - Lady Keith's Lament | Текст песни

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• Connie Dover
• Lady Keith's Lament

I may sit in my wee old house at the spinning wheel to toil so dreary
I may think on a day that is gone, and sigh and sob till I grow weary
I ne'er could brook, I ne'er could brook a for-eign king to own or flat-ter
And I will sing a ranting song the day our King comes o'er the water

I have seen the good old day, the day of pride and chieftain's glory
When royal Stuart held the sway and none heard tell of Whig or Tory
Though silver be my hair one day, and age has struck me down, what matter
I'll dance and sing that happy day, the day our King comes o'er the water

If I live to see the day that I have begged and begged from heaven
I'll fling my rock and reel away, and dance and sing from morn till evening
For there is One I will not name who comes the beingin bike to scatter
And I'll put on my bridal gown the day our King comes o'er the water

A curse on dull and drawling Whig, the whining, ranting, low deceiver
With heart so black and lies so big, the canting tongue of clishmaclaver
My father was a good lord's son, my mother was an earl's daughter
And I'll be Lady Keith again, the day our King comes o'er the water