Ilsa

Lady Diamond


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There was a king, a glorious king,
a king of noble fame
And he had daughters
only one,
Lady Diamond was her name

He had a boy, a kitchen boy,
a boy of muckle scorn
She loved him long, she loved him aye,
til the grass o'ergrew the corn

When twenty weeks were gone and past, oh, she began to greet
her petticoat & skirts grew short
and her stays they would not meet

It fell upon a winter's night,
the king felt some strange fear

He came unto his daughter dear,
pulled back the curtains long
What aileth thee that you shed tear,
I worry you've been wronged

Oh, if I have,
despise me not,
for he is all my joy
I will forsake both
Dukes and Earls
and marry your kitchen boy

Oh, bring to me my merry men
all by thirty and three
Oh, bring to me my kitchen boy,
we'll murder him secretly

Cut the heart from out of his breast,
put it in a cup of gold
presented to his Diamond dear,
for she was both stout & bold

She took the cup
out from their hands
set it at her bed
She washed it with
her tears that fell
by next morning she was dead

Oh, where were you, my merry men,
who I gave meat and wage
That you didn't stay my cruel hand
when I was in a rage?

For gone is all my heart's delight,
oh, gone is all my joy
For my dear Diamond, she is dead,
likewise my kitchen boy


Writer/s: Brendan Griffiths, Dylan Griffiths, Joshua Brettell, Orion Peter, Sharad Satsangi, Tim Moyer