t**le: The Lass Of Loch Royal (Variation Lord Gregory)
Artist: Maddy Prior & June Tabor
Album: Silly Sister
I am a King's daughter come straight from Cappoquin,
In search of Lord Gregory, may God I'll find him.
The rain beats at my yellow locks, the dew wets me still,
The babe is cold in my arms, love, Lord Gregory let me in.
Lord Gregory is not here and he henceforth can't be seen,
For he's gone to bonny Scotland to bring home his new queen.
Leave now these windows and likewise this hall,
For it's deep in the sea you will find your downfall.
Do you remember, love Gregory, as we sat at the wine?
We exchanged rings and aye, the best was mine.
Yours was the purest gold and mine but false tin,
Yours it cost a guinea, love, but aye, 'twas false within.
Do you remember, love Gregory, that night in Cappoquin?
You stole away my maidenhead and sore against my will.
So open these windows, open and let me in,
The rain rains on my good clothing and the dew stands on my chin.
I have built a bonny boat all covered with pearl,
And at every needle tuck in it there hangs a silver bell.
But I'll take down that mast of gold and set up a mast of tree,
For it does not suit a forsaken maid to sail so royally.
And I'll leave now these windows and likewise this hall,
For it's deep in the sea I will find my downfall.
Artist: Maddy Prior & June Tabor
Album: Silly Sister
I am a King's daughter come straight from Cappoquin,
In search of Lord Gregory, may God I'll find him.
The rain beats at my yellow locks, the dew wets me still,
The babe is cold in my arms, love, Lord Gregory let me in.
Lord Gregory is not here and he henceforth can't be seen,
For he's gone to bonny Scotland to bring home his new queen.
Leave now these windows and likewise this hall,
For it's deep in the sea you will find your downfall.
Do you remember, love Gregory, as we sat at the wine?
We exchanged rings and aye, the best was mine.
Yours was the purest gold and mine but false tin,
Yours it cost a guinea, love, but aye, 'twas false within.
Do you remember, love Gregory, that night in Cappoquin?
You stole away my maidenhead and sore against my will.
So open these windows, open and let me in,
The rain rains on my good clothing and the dew stands on my chin.
I have built a bonny boat all covered with pearl,
And at every needle tuck in it there hangs a silver bell.
But I'll take down that mast of gold and set up a mast of tree,
For it does not suit a forsaken maid to sail so royally.
And I'll leave now these windows and likewise this hall,
For it's deep in the sea I will find my downfall.