Lyrics:
he's off to the lady's bower
And when he came to her chamber door, he twirled softly at the pin
The lady, true to her promise, rose up and let him in
He
thee stones three
There's one in the oldest tower
There's one int he lady's bower
There's one in the water-gate
And these three stones you'll never get
CHYLDE OWLET
Lady Erskine sits in her bower
A sewing her silken seam
A bonnie sark for Chylde Owlet
As he gangs oot and in
His face was fair, lang
As Lady Margaret sat in her bower
In her bower all alone
At the very parting of midnight
She heard a mournful moan
Oh is it my father, oh is it my
baith by bower and ha',
The lady was not seen.
For she's o'er the border and awa'
Wi' Jock O' Hazeldean
corn unto my horse, mother
And meat to my man John
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower
Before the night comes on
Oh stay at home with me, dear
corn unto my horse, mother
And meat to my man John
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower
Before the night comes on
Oh stay at home with me, dear
corn unto my horse, mother
And meat to my man John
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower
Before the night comes on
Oh stay at home with me, dear
the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
“I am half sick of shadows,” said
The Lady of Shalott.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves
He rode
overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
"I am half sick of shadows," said
The Lady Of Shalott.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode
The Lady Of Shalott.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon
the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
“I am half sick of shadows,” said
THE LADY OF SHALOTT.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves
He rode
the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
“I am half sick of shadows,” said
The Lady of Shalott.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves
He rode
the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
“I am half sick of shadows,” said
THE LADY OF SHALOTT.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves
He rode
the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
“I am half sick of shadows,” said
THE LADY OF SHALOTT.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves
He rode
Praise the ladies all in waiting
Waiting for a knelling bell to toll all things still
There is a perfect stalking prey with hawking patience
Praise
towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle embowers
The Lady of Shalott
Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song
unto my horse, mother
And meat to my man John
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower
Before the night comes on"
"Oh, stay at home with me, dear Willie
SI
COLON- yup - NOT YOU THE OTHER ONE ( laughter)
BOWERS , BOWERS , YO DEUCE , BOWERS , LIL NcTE , BOWERS
Here I come, here I come
Ooooohhhhhh
(hey
steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling
To earn her few pennies a day
She made artificial flowers, artificial flowers
Flowers for ladies of fashion to wear
She made artificial flowers you
know they mean no good
For I dreamed that my bower was full of red swine
And my bride's bed full of blood
He asked is Lady Margaret in her room
Or is
To earn her few pennies a day
She made artificial flowers, artificial flowers
Flowers for ladies of fashion to wear
She made artificial flowers you
To earn her few pennies a day
She made artificial flowers, artificial flowers
Flowers for ladies of fashion to wear
She made artificial flowers you
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