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The Bonny Lass of Anglesey by ~Johnny-Sputnik

Next shirt in my Traditional Folk Song range, thought Id go a bit Disneyesque with the heroine.

The story tells of a King who is about to be invaded by 15 Lords, worried he is going to lose everything he sends for a fighter, in the song it is a girl.

Below are the lyrics.

There he sits and there he stands,

Alone and oh what a frightened king is he.

Fifteen lords have all come down

To dance and gain the victory.

Our king he keeps a good treasure

And he keeps it locked with a silver key,

But fifteen lords have all come down

To dance his gold and his lands away.

There he stands at the castle high

And oh so loud, so loud I heard him cry:

“Go saddle your horse and bring to me

The bonny lass of Anglesey!”

Some rode North and some rode South,

There was some to the East they rode straightway.

Spied her there on the mountain high,

The bonny lass of Anglesey.

Up she starts as white as the milk

Between the king and all of his company,

Cries, “What is the price I have to ask

If I do gain the victory?”

“Fifteen ploughs, a house and a mill

I will give to thee till the day thou dies,

The fairest knight in all my court

To take your husband for to be.”

“Fifteen ploughs, a house and a mill,

Come now that’s no prize for the victory.

And there’s no knight in all your court

That shall have me as a wife to be.”

Up she starts as white as the milk;

She danced light as a leaf on the broken sea

Till fifteen lords all cried aloud

For the bonny lass of Anglesey.

She’s taken fifteen one by one,

Saying, “Sweet kind sir, will you dance with me?”

But e’er it’s ten o’clock o’ the night

They gave it o’er right shamefully.

But up and rose the fifteenth knight

And oh what an angry man was he;

He laid aside his buckler and sword

Before he strode so manfully.

And he’s danced high and he’s danced low,

And he has danced the livelong day.

He said, “My feet shall be my death

E’er she gains the victory.”

“Oh my feet shall be my death

E’er this lass do gain the victory.”

But e’er it’s ten o’clock o’ the morn

He gave it o’er right shamefully.

She’s taken the king all by the hand,

Saying, “Sweet kind sir, will you walk with me.”

But e’er the king has gone one step

She’s danced his gold and his land away.

Saying, “Fifteen ploughs, a house and a mill,

Come now that’s no price for the victory.”

And away she’s gone with his treasure,

The bonny lass of Anglesey.

She’s taken all their bucklers swords,

She’s taken all their gold and their bright money

And back to the mountain she’s away,

The bonny lass of Anglesey.

There’s fifteen lords come a-swaggering down

For to dance and gain the victory,

But fifteen lords and one high king

Go all ragged and bare today.

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