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Lyrics for Kemp Owyne by Unknown:
| | | Artist: | Unknown |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Kemp Owyne | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 153 | | | | Lyrics: | KEMP OWYNE
Her mother died when she was young
Which gave her cause to make great
moan
Her father married the worst woman
That ever lived in Christendom
She
served her with foot and hand
In everything that she could dee
Till once in an unlucky
time
She threw her in ower Craigy's sea
Says, Lie you there, dove Isobel
And
all my sorrows lie with thee
Till Kemp Owyne come ower the sea
And borrow you with kisses
three
Let all the world do what they will
Oh borrowed shall you never be
Her
breath grew strang, her hair grew lang
And twisted thrice around the tree
And all the
people far and near
Thought that a savage beast was she
These news did come to Kemp
Owyne
Where he lived, far beyond the sea
He hasted him to Craigy's sea
And on the
savage beast looked he
Her breath was strang, her hair was lang
And twisted thrice
about the tree
And with a swing she came about
"Come to Craigy's sea and kiss with
me
"Here is a royal belt," she cried,
"That I have found in the green sea
And
while your body it is on
Drawn shall your blood never be
But if you touch me, tail or
fin
I vow my belt your death shall be"
He stepped in, gave her a kiss
The royal
belt he brought him wi'
Her breath was strang, her hair was lang
And twisted twice about
the tree
And with a swing she came about
"Come to Craigy's sea and kiss with
me"
"Here is a royal ring," she said
"That I have found in the green sea
And
while your finger it is on
Drawn shall your blood never be
But if you touch me, tail or
fin,
I swear my ring your death will be"
He stepped in, gave her a kiss
The
royal ring he brought him wi'
Her breath was strang, her hair was lang
And twisted aince
about the tree
And with a swing she came about
"Come to Craigy's sea and kiss with
me"
"Here is a royal brand," she cried,
"That I have found in the green sea
And
while your body it is on
Drawn shall your blood never be
But if you touch me tail or
fin
I swear my brand your death will be"
He stepped in, gave her a kiss
The
royal brand he brought him wi'
Her breath was sweet, her hair grew short
And twisted nane
about the tree
And smilingly she came about
As fair a woman as fair could
be
Child #34
in Child, from Buchan, "Ballads of the North of Scotland"
sung by
Margaret MacArthur
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