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The Captive Song Of Mary Steward |  |
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I Though I was crowned a french princessMy day was quickly done. I trailed my child with the royal dress In the Paris sun My husband was to be your king But'd a little child, And I was send without my rake Back to Scotland wild. Chorus Oh,Mary Mother hear my prayerMy cousin is a queen Most powerful though not so fair As I have always been. II In Scotland fall I'm into loveA love if not alike. We killed eachother for my glove, With knife or sword or pike. But I took one to husband there, So pretty slim it's spoiled With velvet eyes and gilded hair, He fatherd me a child. Chorus Oh,Mary Mother hear my prayerMy cousin is a queen Most powerful though not so fair As I have always been. III From this high window seems the earthA dessert or a storm A spiteful son I brought to birth Who'll sit the English Throne. To rule where I have never stood. To rule when I am dead, Will not remember of my good, Nor any word I said. Chorus Oh,Mary Mother hear my prayerMy cousin is a queen Most powerful though not so fair As I have always been. IV Oh God, it is an empty thingFor I'm gone mad for love, To want it more than be a king, In the royal world above. And I was once a french princess, But that was quickly done. I trailed my child with it's purple dress, In the Paris sun (??)
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