Lyrics:
it's time to step aside Be aware! You've become your foeman ́s bride The higher you will go The deeper you can fall So close your eyes and let
will In sickness, sorrow, and strife. A second I know that sons of men Who long to be leeches need. A third I know if need there be To fetter a foeman’s
The minstrel fell but the foeman's chains could not bring his proud soul under The harp he loved never spoke again for he tore its chords asunder And said, no
And join the bold united men, while soft winds shake the barley" While sad I kissed away her tears, my fond arms round her flinging The foeman's shot
And join the bold united men, while soft winds shake the barley" While sad I kissed away her tears, my fond arms round her flinging The foeman's shot
And join the bold united men, while soft winds shake the barley" While sad I kissed away her tears, my fond arms round her flinging The foeman's shot
harp shall praise thee!" The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's steel Could not bring that proud soul under; The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again, For
the foeman. But never again frae the fields o the slain Tae his Moira will he come by Loch Lomond. The thistle may bloom, the king hae his ain, And fond
harp shall praise thee!" The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's steel Could not bring that proud soul under; The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again, For he
And join the bold united men, while soft winds shake the barley" While sad I kissed away her tears, my fond arms round her flinging The foeman's shot
cousins, and his aunts! Sir Joseph. When at anchor here I ride, My bosom swells with pride, And I snap my fingers at a foeman's taunts. Cousin Hebe. And so
shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee!" The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's steel Could not bring that proud soul under; The harp he lov'd
The Minstrel fell, but the foeman's chains Could not bring this proud soul under The harp he loved never spoke again For he tore its chords asunder And said,
thee! The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain Could not bring his proud soul under The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again For he tore its chords asunder
praise thee!" The minstrel fell! - but the foeman's chain Could not bring that proud soul under; The harp he loved ne'er spoke again For he tore is
friendship make, With one of his foeman's friends. If a friend thou hast whom thou fully wilt trust, And good from him wouldst get, Thy thoughts with his
praise thee!" The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain Could not bring that proud soul under The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again For he tore its
praise thee!" The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain Could not bring that proud soul under The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again For he tore its
praise thee!" The minstrel fell! - but the foeman's chain Could not bring that proud soul under; The harp he loved ne'er spoke again For he tore is
The minstrel fell but the foeman's chain Couldn't hold that proud soul under The harp he loved never spoke again He tore it's strings asunder And said, "No
praise thee!" The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain Could not bring that proud soul under The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again For he tore its
praise thee!" The minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain Could not bring his proud soul under; The harp he loved ne'er spoke again, For he tore its
the bold United men While soft wind shook the barley 'Twas sad I kissed away her tears My fond arm round her flingin' When a foeman's shot burst on our ears
tae the foeman. But never again frae the fields o the slain Tae his Moira will he come by Loch Lomond. The thistle may bloom, the king hae his ain,
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