lord gregory

i am a queen's daughter i come from capakin

in search of lord gregory

pray god i find him

the rain beats on my yellow head

the dew wets my skin

my wee babe's cold in my arms; lord gregory

let me in

lord gregory

he is not here

i swear can't be seen

he's gone to bonny scotland for to bring home a fair queen

so leave now these portals and likewise this hall

for it's deep in the sea you should find you downfall

oh don't you remember

love

that night in capakin

when we exchanged rings

love

and i against my will

yours was pure silver and mine was but tin

yours cost a guinea and mine but a pin

my curse on you

mother

my curse being sore

i dreamed that my true love come a knocking at the door

lie down now

my foolish son

lie down and sleep

twas only a servant girl lies drowned in the deep

go saddle my black horse

the brown or the bay

go saddle the fastest horse in my stable this day

i'll ride over mountains and valleys so wide

i'll find the girl that i love and ride by her side