Connie Dover Lady Keith`s Lament Lyrics

Lady Keith`s Lament Lyrics

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 for ever
I'll fling my rock and wheel away
And dance and sing from
morn till evening
For there is one I will not name
Who comes the bended
fluoric to scatter
And I’ll put on my bridal gown
The day our king
comes o'er the water

A curse on all the drolling Whig
The whining
ranting loud deceiver
With heart so black and lies so big
The canting
tongue of Crash McQuaver
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