| My fingers touch the solid stones
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| Strong and cold, they keep me from home
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| Imprisoned like a wingless dove
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| Far away from the land I love
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| Lonely days count lonely years
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| I have cried a thousand tears
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| All that I tried to gain
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| Is lost the effort was in vain
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| At Carberry hill I lost my crown
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| My husband fled my luck went down
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| In England’s hands I fell
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| 18 years a living hell
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| The Scottish crown belongs to me
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| Yet I’m bound I can not flee
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| With iron claws England holds tight
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| All is lost no chance to fight
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| Silence — Silence Everywhere
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| Cold walls are my reward
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| Loneliness engulfs my soul
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| I’ve been true i gave my heart
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| Stained tears i cried
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| I long to be free again
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| To walk in peace again
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| Scotland cries her queen is lost
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| Agony’s her friend again |