Living on borrowed times
I’m in love with mary, queen of scots
Fourteen hundred ninety-three
And everything’s like it should be
I’m gonna stop wastin’ my time
Henry the fifth would have broken my arm
Sad song, sad song, doo, doo
Sad song, sad song
Living on borrowed times
I’m in love with mary, queen of scots
Fourteen hundred ninety-three
And things are just like they ought to be
Primrose and kilts, primrose and spain
Forget me not, my queen of scots
Sad song, sad song, doo, doo
Sad song, sad song
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