Lord Gregory - Judy Collins

I am a queen’s daughter I come from Capakin

In search of Lord Gregory, Pray God I find him

The rain beats on my yellow head, the dew wets my skin

My wee babe’s cold in my arms;

Lord Gregory, Let me in

Lord Gregory, he is not here, I swear can’t be seen

He’s gone to bonny Scotland for to bring home a fair queen

So leave now these portals and likewise this hall

For it’s deep in the sea you should find you downfall

Oh don’t you remember, Love, that night in Capakin

When we exchanged rings, Love, and I against my will

Yours was pure silver and mine was but tin

Yours cost a guinea and mine but a pin

My curse on you, Mother, my curse being sore

I dreamed that my true love come a knocking at the door

Lie down now, my foolish son, lie down and sleep

Twas only a servant girl lies drowned in the deep

Go saddle my black horse, the brown or the bay

Go saddle the fastest horse in my stable this day

I’ll ride over mountains and valleys so wide

I’ll find the girl that I love and ride by her side