| Mary, Queen of Scots |
| The Parting Efter nineteen long years o' trials an' degradation Sae fu' o' spyin' an' lyin', an' negotiations tae Mary, Queen of Scots, the pride o' a' the nation Is sentenced tae death, in the hall o' Fotheringhay There are some ither names, tae be written in the hall o' shame The bloody Earl o' Moray, an' lots o' ithers, share the blame Walsin'ham, Paulet, Phellipes an' Paget. Jist a few o' the names I hope they said their prayers, afore they burned up in the flames Ane question remains Liz, how did ye stay a virgin How did ye ever manage tae avoid the great temptation It cannae be the case, that ye never had the urgin' Wi' sic a parcel o' rogues in yer nation * * * Then came the partin', the deed they'd a' been dreadin' Between the hoors o' nine an' ten, came oor Mary's awful beheadin' * * * "In my End , is my beginning" * * * Alas, the Prophecy had come true It had begun wi' ane lass, an' it had passed wi' ane lass * * * Mary, Queen of Scots * * * The End. |
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