Connie Dover - Lady Keith's Lament lyrics

rate me

I may sit in my wee old house

At the spinning wheel to toil so dreary

I may think of a day that is gone

And sigh and some till I grow weary

I ne'er could brook I ne'er could brook

A foreign king to own or flatter

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 the 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 be-engine 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 clish mclaver

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