The Parting ©

Efter nineteen long years o’ trials an’ degradation
Sae fu’ o’ spyin’ an’ lyin’, an’ negotiations tae
Mary, Queen o’ Scots, the pride o’ a’ the nation
Is sentenced tae death, in the hall o’ Fotheringay

There are some ither names tae be written in the hall o’ shame
The bloody Earl o’ Moray, an’ lots o’ ithers share the blame
Walsin’ham, Paulet, Phelippes an’ Paget. Jist a few o’ the names
I hope they said their prayers, afore they burned up in the flames

Ane question remains Liz, how did ye stay a virgin?
How did ye ever manage tae avoid the great temptation?
It cannae be the case that ye never had the urgin’
Wi’ sic a parcel o’ rogues in yer nation

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Then came the partin’, the deed they’d a’ been dreadin’
Between the hoors o’ nine an’ ten, came oor Mary’s awful beheadin’

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“In my End is my Beginning”

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Alas! The Prophecy had come true
It had begun wi’ ane lass, an’ it had passed wi’ ane lass
Mary Queen o’ Scots

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The end.