"Black Agnes" lyrics

"Black Agnes"

Good morning Mrs Douglas
We shall nay behave
Amongst the bones and jewelry
Within our coastal cave
The night has brought us fortune
Our bellies ripe with meat
Our progenies then gleeful gather sodden severed feet

You're as brazen as a brisket
Of bosom and of thigh
The turning of your shoulders is nor to be denied
The gnashing of your pearly whites reveal a toothy smile
Masticating sinew through the Northern British Isles

Agnes darling can't you see that I'm in love with you
You stole the hearts of Scotsman
And cleaved them right in two

Auld King James and all his men
Could nae break us in TWA
The children dine by candle light
Our bounty on display

Agnes darling can't you see that I'm in love with you
You stole the hearts of Scotsman
And cleaved them right in two

Agnes darling can't you see that I'm in love with you
You stole the hearts of Scotsman
And cleaved them right in two

Agnes darling can't you see that I'm in love with you
You stole the hearts of Scotsman
And cleaved them right in two
Right in two


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