Jamie

 
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And Jamie he had made a vow 
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And keep it well if he may 
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That he would be in merry London 
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On St. Jamess Day 

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On Saint Jamess Day at noon 
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In London I will be 
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And all the lords in merry Scotland 
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There should ride with me" 
 

 
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Then up spoke Queen Margaret 
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The tears fell from her eye 
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Leave off these wars, O noble king 
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And keep your fidelity 

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For the water's wide and it's wondrous deep 
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From the bottom unto the brim 
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Me brother Henry has men good enough 
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England is hard to win 
 

 
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Away, away, this silly fool 
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In prison let her lie 
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For she is of the English blood 
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And for these words she will die! 

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Then up spoke Lord Thomas Howard 
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Queen chamberlain that day 
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Saying If you kill Queen Margaret 
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Scotland'll rue it alway 
 

 
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Jamie, all in a rage 
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Said Away, this silly mome 
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One shall be hanged and the other burned 
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When I return anon 

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At Flodden Field the Scots came in 
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Which made our Englishmen fain 
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At Branxton Green the battle was seen 
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And there was Jamie slain 
 

 
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And presently the Scots did fly 
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Their cannon they left behind 
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Their banners gay were all run away 
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Our soldiers beat them blind 

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For to tell you plain, twelve thousand were slain 
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And that's how the fight did stand 
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And many was a prisoner took that day 
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The best in all Scotland 
 

 
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That day left many a fatherless child 
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And many the widow poor 
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And many the Scottish gay lady 
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Sat weeping all in her bower 

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But Jack with a feather was wrapped all in leather 
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For his boasting was all in vain 
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But he had such a chance with a new Morris dance 
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But he never came home again 
 

 
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And Jamie he had made a vow 
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And keep it well if he may 
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That he would be in merry London 
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On St. Jamess Day