| David Rizzio |
| The Tally Mary wis dancin', happy in the supper room Wi' a' o' her ladies, the four Marys, in attendance David wis pluckin', at his mandolin tae tune Gettin' ready for a two-by-two-by-two-step dance Mary said, 'David, David, can ye play the minuet' So he bent doon tae the lute, so that he'd be nearer 'David, David, hae ye no' goat that thing ready yet?' He said,'I havenae goat the music, so I'm playin' it by ear' Poor David Rizzio, wi' his ear so sorely occupied He didnae hear the rumpus oan the stair The Thugs rushed in, an' Mary's favourite music died Wi' Darnley's dagger in his back, an' him lyin' oan the flerr O' a' ye Scottish noblemen, hing doon yer heids in shame Takin' Mary's melodies away An' the wee Italian troubadour, sae far awa' frae hame Will haunt ye a', until ye're auld an' grey |
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| The supper room |
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| Mary, returning home from France |