Lyrics Harp of Death -

Harp of Death

There lived a lady on the North Sea shore
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
She had two daughters that she adored
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The youngest daughter born to sweet delight
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
The eldest daughter born to greed and spite
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A knight came for the fairest in the land
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
He was promised the young girl’s hand
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Grimmest envy in the elder grew
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
She planned to steal her sister’s lover true
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«Oh darling sister won’t you come with me»
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
«To watch the swans swimming in the sea?»
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On the rocks where the mermaids sing
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
The elder sister pushed the younger in
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«Oh cruel sister, please let me live»
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
«And all that’s mine to you I’ll give»
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«I'll take your true love and I’ll take more»
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
«For I never let you come ashore»
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The fair girl drowned beneath the North Sea foam
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
Her broken body washed up on the stones
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Three wytches found her in the dead of night
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
And wove a spell to put her soul at right
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They made a harp out of her skin and bone
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
The tuning pegs made from her finger bones
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They took nine locks of her golden hair
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
And with them strung the harp so rare
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The took the harp on to her mother’s hall
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
And set it down to play before them all
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The Harp of Death began to play alone
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
The sweetest song to melt a heart of stone
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Golden Strings rang out a truthful sound
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
The elder sister has the younger drowned
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Strings of sorrow made of golden curls
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
Wreak their vengeance on the black-haired girl
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The song it ends here dark and low
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
And surely now her blood will flow
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