Plaid

Lyrics: Torquil MacGillavrey

A North-land Lord of noble blood
Once courted a Lady Fair,
With long ebony hair and her ivory skin,
And she wore a gown of plaid.

This noble Lord rode out one day,
And his face was glazed with envy.
He saw his lady fair in another man's arms,
And he wore a kilt of plaid.

A haze of anger dimmed his eyes,
And he challenged the kilted stranger,
But with jaundiced eye, the stranger said,
Do you know why I'm wearing plaid?

I was born in northeast Eire,
And I've worn a robe imperial,
So to walk unknown through this northern land,
All I need is a piece of plaid.

Not deterred the Lord then said,
Purple robes do not impress me.
While her blue eyes watch, I'll kill you now,
And your body wrap up in plaid.

Blood ran red on the green, green grass,
And the Orangeman turned out yellow,
As he fled from the place all the two could see,
Were his elbows, heels and plaid.

Then spoke the Lady to the Lord,
My love, do not be angry.
It is hard to resist when a man wears a kilt,
Especially if it's plaid.

This story ends with a wedding day,
And a bride all dressed in white.
The groom wore black and he carried her away,
And he laid her on a blanket of plaid

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