The Crown of London

Oh, the crown of London
She’s cruel and heartless
Sent me far from home
And threw me to the tumbling ocean
When I was a boy
It was a mighty fortress
A preacher tall against the mountain
Trumpets and the psalms and the crown of snow
All you Covenanters
Singing for your martyrs
All your tongues
Burning through the fields and the valleys
Shackled be my hands
I may be
The devil’s made plans for the wealthy man
He’ll never get to me
Never get to me
Oh, the muskets thunder
The ringing claymore
Bloody Clavers' soldiers
Standing by the kirkyard gates, oh
The crown of London
She’s cruel and she’s heartless
Sent me far from home
And threw me to the tumbling ocean
The night was dark and raging
At one with the pitch black sea
The devil’s made plans for the wealthy man
He’ll never get to me
Never get to me