| I am a queen’s daughter I come from Capakin
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| In search of Lord Gregory, Pray God I find him
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| The rain beats on my yellow head, the dew wets my skin
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| My wee babe’s cold in my arms; |
| Lord Gregory, Let me in
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| Lord Gregory, he is not here, I swear can’t be seen
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| He’s gone to bonny Scotland for to bring home a fair queen
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| So leave now these portals and likewise this hall
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| For it’s deep in the sea you should find you downfall
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| Oh don’t you remember, Love, that night in Capakin
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| When we exchanged rings, Love, and I against my will
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| Yours was pure silver and mine was but tin
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| Yours cost a guinea and mine but a pin
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| My curse on you, Mother, my curse being sore
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| I dreamed that my true love come a knocking at the door
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| Lie down now, my foolish son, lie down and sleep
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| Twas only a servant girl lies drowned in the deep
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| Go saddle my black horse, the brown or the bay
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| Go saddle the fastest horse in my stable this day
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| I’ll ride over mountains and valleys so wide
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| I’ll find the girl that I love and ride by her side |