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| Lord Darnley |
| Darn ye Darnley He wis a tall, peely-wally, link o' a man, wi' a mind as mean as a weasel's He came tae Mary in Edinburgh, an' she helped him get o'er the measles A right big nancy, but he took her fancy, an' she made him Earl o' Ross He wis a fairy, she agreed tae merry, but said it didnae mean he wis boss Mary set oot tae find a priest, tae ask for a Papal dispensation Darnley an' her were blood related, but they both kicked wi' the same foot She chapped oan the door o' the chapel hoose, but the Priest wis oan vacation It wis like, if ye're lookin' for a Glesga Polis, ye never see ane aboot They goat merried wi' plenty o' food, there in the palace o' Hollyrood Oan honeymoon, a' dressed in plaid, they rode oot oan the Chaseaboot raid Moray an' his rebels, ran o'er the border tae safety, as fast as they could That night in Dunbar, Bothwell wis paid, tae join up in Mary's parade Mary an' Darnley were growin' apart An' Mary fair fancied the man frae Dunbar He had hair oan his airms an' chest for a start Wi' him by her side, they were sure tae go far |