Lady Diamond - Ilsa

There was a king, a glorious king

A king of noble fame

And he had daughters, only one

Lady Diamond was her name

He had a boy, a kitchen boy

A boy of muckle scorn

She loved him long, she loved him, aye

'Til the grass o’ergrew the corn

When twenty weeks were gone and past

Oh, she began to greet

Her petticoat and skirts grew short

And her stays, they would not meet

It fell upon a winter’s night

The king felt some strange fear

He came unto his daughtr dear

Pulled back the curtains long

What ailth thee that you shed tear?

I worry you’ve been wronged

Oh, if I have

Despise me not

For he is all my joy

I will forsake both dukes and earls

And marry your kitchen boy

Oh, bring to me my merry men

All by thirty and by three

Oh, bring to me my kitchen boy

We’ll murder him secretly

Cut the heart from out his breast

Put it in a cup of gold

Presented to his Diamond dear

For she was both stout and bold

She took the cup out from their hands

Set it at her bed

She washed it with her tears that fell

By next morning she was dead

Oh, where were you, my merry men

Who I gave meat and wage

That you didn’t stay my cruel hand

When I was in a rage?

For gone is all my heart’s delight

Gone is all my joy

For my dear Diamond, she is dead

Likewise my kitchen boy