Lyrics Lanercost - Steeleye Span
The
priests
go
down
to
the
river
to
fish
for
Friday's
meal
The
King
is
brooding
day
and
night
Black
with
hate,
cursing
fate
To
be
ill
when
the
foe
is
in
sight.
The
priests
they
kneel
in
the
chancel
in
solemn
peaceful
prayer
The
King
is
laughing,
grim
and
slow
Three
brothers
die,
he
hung
them
high
On
a
gibbet
they
died
a
cruel
show.
Kyrie
eleison
The
priests
they
crouch
o'er
their
books
and
scratch
away
at
history
The
King
he
rises
from
his
bed
Leads
his
men,
rides
again
But
before
he
sees
the
border
he
is
dead.
The
priests
they
walk
in
procession
with
the
coffin
of
state
The
King
he
leaves
his
work
undone
It
is
his
fate,
despite
his
hate
That
his
foe
lives
on
to
fight
his
son.
1 Edward
2 Isabel
3 Lady Diamond
4 Cannon By Telemann
5 Peace On The Border
6 Blackleg Miner
7 White Man
8 Lanercost
9 Scarecrow
10 Take My Heart
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