Lament of Mary, Queen of Scots

Oh I am the Queen o' bonnie France
Where happy I hae been;
Fu' lightly raise I in the morn
And blythe lay down at e’en:
And I’m the queen of Scotland
And many a traitor there;
Yet here I lie in foreign lands
And never-ending care
My son, my son, may kinder stars
Upon thy fortune shine;
And may those pleasures gild thy reign
That ne’er wad blink on mine
God keep thee from thy mother’s faes
Or turn their hearts to thee
And when thou meet thy mother’s friend
Remember him for me
And I’m the queen of Scotland
And many a traitor there;
Yet here I lie in foreign lands
And never-ending care
Oh soon, to me, may Summer suns
Nae mair light up the morn!
Nae mair to me the Autumn winds
Wave o’er the yellow corn?
And, in the narrow house of death
May Winter round me rave
And next the flow’rs that deck the Spring
Bloom on my peaceful grave
And I’m the queen of Scotland
And many a traitor there
Yet here I lie in foreign lands
And never-ending care
And I’m the queen of Scotland
And many a traitor there
Yet here I lie in foreign lands
And never-ending care