The Merry Wives Of Windsor - Lament of Mary, Queen of Scots lyrics

Oh I were the Queen o' bonnie France, Where happy I hae been; Fu' lightly raise I in the morn, As 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'st 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 d**h, 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.