A lament for Sir Rory McTwatem…
Twas down by the glenside I met an auld woman,
She was plucking young nettles, she ne’r saw me comin’,
I listened awhile to the song she was hummin’.
Glory o, glory o, to the brave Highland man.
Tis sixteen long years, since I saw the moon gleamin’
On His brave manly form, with hope in eyes gleamin’,
I see him now, all in my day dreamin.
Glory o, glory o, To the brave Highland man.
Ah when I was a small girl, they were marchin’ and drillin’.
Awakenin’ the hillside, sure it was so thrillin’,
But they loved dear auld Alba, and tae die they were willin’.
Glory o, glory o, to the brave Highland man.
He died in the valley, he died amid strangers,
And the wise Queen she told us, his cause was a failure.
But he loved dear auld Alba, and he never feared danger.
Glory o, Glory o, to the brave Highland man.
I passed on me way, Gods be praised that I met him.
Be my life long or short, I’ll never forget him.
There may have been brave men, but there’ll never be better.
Glory o, Glory o, to the brave highland man.
Glory o, Glory o, to the brave highland man…..
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Oh let me tell you a story about Rory,
He’s the greatest knight in all the land.
But if you ask him for a story,
Just be careful ‘cause he’ll lie to you out of hand.
Rory went in search of the Morrigan’s sword,
Took himself off to the void.
And he said he 99 pirates,
But I don’t believe on single bloody word..
‘cause..He’s a b'stard, he’s a lying feckin' shite
He’s a b'stard, and he’ll lie to you all night.
Yeah He’s a b'stard, he’s a lying feckin' shite
He’s Rory McTwatem the Knight.
Now Rory said he could kill an army,
With one single mighty blow.
But I didn’t get quite what he meant,
Till he turned around and lit up his vent……
‘cause..He’s a b'stard, he’s a lying feckin' shite
He’s a b'stard, and he’ll lie to you all night.
Yeah He’s a b'stard, he’s a lying feckin' shite
He’s Rory McTwatem the Knight
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