Murder, mysticism, magic, marriage, tragic love and cruel vengeance.
An elfin knight, a wicked sister and a Really Creepy Town.
Another talking bird. (A very fine bird.)
And a ram worthy of P. T. Barnum.
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lyrics
LADY MARGOT AND LOVE HENRY traditional
Lady Margot sat in her bowing room
Afore she went to bed
Oh she heard the sound of a musical horn
And it made her body sad
It made her body sad
Lady Margot stood in her bowing door
In her bowing door stood she
And when she heard his bridle ring
It made her full merry
It made her full merry
Light down, light down, Love Henry
And spend the night with me
For I have a bed and a very fine bed
And I'll share it up with thee
I'll share it up with thee
I cannot light, I will not light
And pass the night with thee
For there is a girl in the merry merry lea
And I love her full many times more
I love her full many times more
He bended over the garden wall
He gave her kisses three
But with the penknife she held in her hand
she stabbed him heartily
She stabbed him heartily
Woe be, woe be my love cried he
To all your family
For don't you see my own heart's blood
Come flowing down at my knee?
Come flowing down at my knee
I'll ride off East, I'll ride to the West
I'll ride o'er land and sea
To find some curing doctor
To come and cure me
To come and cure me
You needn't ride East, you needn't ride West
You daren't ride under the sun
For there's ne'er a doctor in all Scotland
To cure what Margot's done
To cure what Margot's done
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She called her tender maidens
She bade for them to stand
Said: All the gowns I ever wear
Shall be at your command
Shall be at your command
One took him by his golden hair
One took him by his feet
One took him by the lily-white hand
And she by the middle so neat
And she by the middle so neat
The drug him to that doleful well
They dropped him with a sound
Lie there, lie there, Love Henry
Where you will ne'er be found
Where you will ne'er be found
Up spake a bird, a very fine bird
With a nest in the valley green
Ah woe betide thee cruel girl
He loved no one but thee
He loved no one but thee
Light down, light down, my fine pretty bird
And peck wheat off my knee
And your cage shall be made of the beaten gold
Instead of the willow tree
Instead of the willow tree
I cannot light, I will not light
And peck wheat off your knee
For you could kill a bird as well
As you killed Love Henry
As you killed Love Henry
I wish I had my little bow
My dart and tuneful string
I'd shoot you through your lying heart
As you do sit and sing
As you do sit and sing
But you've not got your little bow
To shoot me from this tree
So I will fly the King's highway
And tell this mean story
And tell this mean story
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