Six Dukes - Shirley & Dolly Collins

Six dukes went a-fishing

Down by the seaside

One spied a dead body

Come floating in the tide

And the one said to the other

These words I heard them say:

«It's the Royal Duke of Grantham

That the tide has washed away»

And they took him up to London

To the place where was known;

From there back to Grantham

The place where he was born

And they took out his bowels

And they bound up his feet

And they 'balmed his body

With roses so sweet

Six Dukes went before him

Nine raised him from the ground

Twelve Lords followed after

In their black mourning gowns

So black was their mourning

So white were the wands

So yellow were the flamboys

They carried in their hands

He now lies 'twixt two towers

He now lies in cold clay

And the Royal Queen of Grantham

Went weeping away