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ian venables - at the court of the poisoned rose, op. 20 كلمات الأغنية

she was sk!lled in music and the dance
and the old arts of love
at the court of the poisoned rose
and the perfumed glove
and gave her beautiful hand
to the pale dauphin
a triple crown to win __
and she loved little dogs
and parrots
and red_legged partridges
and the golden fishes of the duc de guise
and a pigeon with a blue ruff
she had from monsieur d’elboeuf

master john knox was no friend to her;
she spokе him soft and kind
her honeyed words wеre satan’s lure
the unwary soul to bind
‘good sir, doth a lissome shape
and a comely face
offend your god his grace
whose wisdom maketh these
golden fishes of the duc de guise?’

she rode through liddesdale with a song;
‘ye streams sae wondrous strang
oh, mak’ me a wrack as i come back
but spare me as i gang.’
while a hill_bird cried and cried
like a spirit lost
by the grey storm_wind tost
consider the way she had to go
think of the hungry snare
the net she herself had woven
aware or unaware
of the dancing feet grown still
the blinded eyes _
queens should be cold and wise
and she loved little things
parrots
and red_legged partridges
and the golden fishes of the duc de guise
and the pigeon with the blue ruff
she had from monsieur d’elboeuf

- ian venables

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