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Captive Song of Mary Queen of Scots

Jean Redpath
Lingua: Inglese


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Jean Redpath


Sulla triste storia di Mary Queen Of Scots, nota da noi come Maria Stuarda, si veda l’introduzione a Fotheringay di Sandy Denny.

Though I was crowned a French princess
My day was quickly done
To trail my childhood's royal dress
In the Paris sun

My husband was to be a king
But died a little child
And I was sent without my ring
Back to Scotland wild

O Mary, Mother, hear my prayer
My cousin is a queen
Most powerful, though not so fair
As I have always been

In Scotland found I men to love
To love, if not to like
Who killed each other for my glove
With knife or sword or pike

But I took one to husband there
So pretty, slim-hipped, spoiled
With velvet eyes and gilded hair
Who fathered me a child

O Mary, Mother, hear my prayer
My cousin is a queen
Most powerful, though not so fair
As I have always been

From this high window seems the earth
A desert or a stone
Despite the son I brought to birth
Who'll sit the English throne

To rule where I have never stood
To rule when I am dead
Who'll nought remember of my good
Nor any word I said

O Mary, Mother, hear my prayer
My cousin is a queen
Most powerful, though not so fair
As I have always been

Ah, God, it is an empty thing
To one gone mad for love
To want it more than be a king
The royal world above

And I was once a French princess
Though that was quickly done
And trail'd my childhood's purple dress
In the Paris sun

inviata da Bernart Bartleby - 16/5/2018 - 13:10



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