Letra de King Orfeo - Barbara Dickson

There lived a king intae the East
Scowan urla grun (early green's the wood)
There lived a lady in the West
Whar giorten han grun oarlac (where the hart goes yearly)

The king he has a hunting gaen
Scowan urla grun
And he's left his lady all alane
Whar giorten han grun oarlac

I wish ye�d never gaen away
Scowan urla grun
For your lady cold as death do lay
Whar giorten han grun oarlac

For the King o� Faerie wi� his daert
Scowan urla grun
Has pierced your lady to the hert
Whar giorten han grun oarlac

And he has called his nobles all
Scowan urla grun
To waltz her corpse intae the ha�
Whar giorten han grun oarlac

And he�s set guards three hundred three
Scowan urla grun
To watch her corpse baith nicht and day
Whar giorten han grun oarlac

At nicht when they lay fast asleep
Scowan urla grun
Oot o� the hoose her corpse did sweep
Whar giorten han grun oarlac

And the king has gaen to the wild wood weir
Scowan urla grun
And a band of horseman him drew near
Whar giorten han grun oarlac

And some did ride and some did sing
Scowan urla grun
And he�s spied his lady them among
Whar giorten han grun oarlac

And in yon hill there was a ha�
Scowan urla grun
Therein went she and the horsemen a�
Whar giorten han grun oarlac

And efter them the king has gaen
Scowan urla grun
But when he cam� it was grey stane
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Whar giorten han grun oarlac

And he's took oot his pipes to play
Scowan urla grun
But sair his heart wi� dool and wae
Whar giorten han grun oarlac

But he has played a guid gabber reel
Scowan urla grun
That would hae made a sick heart heal
Whar giorten han grun oarlac

Noo come ye in intae oor ha�
Scowan urla grun
Noo come ye in among us a�
Whar giorten han grun oarlac

Now he�s gaen in intae their ha�
Scowan urla grun
And he�s gaen in among them a�
Whar giorten han grun oarlac

And he's took oot his pipes to play
Scowan urla grun
But sair his hert wi� dool and wae
Whar giorten han grun oarlac

And first he played the notes o� noy (grief)
Scowan urla grun
And then he played the notes o� joy
Whar giorten han grun oarlac

Noo tell tae us what ye will hae
Scowan urla grun
What shall we gie you for your play?
Whar giorten han grun oarlac

What I will hae I will you tell
Scowan urla grun
And that�s my Lady Isabel
Whar giorten han grun oarlac

Yes, take your lady, and gang hame
Scowan urla grun
And ye be king ower all your ain
Whar giorten han grun oarlac

He�s ta�en his lady and gaen hame
Scowan urla grun
And noo he�s king ower a� his ain
Whar giorten han grun oarlac