Raise a Glass
To the Tune of "The Leaving of Liverpool"
Well I’m bound to tell my story now,
Of my homeland far away,
In the hands of an Empire we thought were friends
Up until they chose to invade.
Chorus:
So-o raise a glass, my own true friends,
For all our lives, united we will be,
It’s not the Jewelled Isles of Lantia a-healing me,
But my darlings when I think of thee.
So I made my way to Selby now,
Fell in love with a bard so sweet,
But another woman married him away,
Guess I’ll have to admit defeat (As if!)
Well my man is buried in a lemon grove
My sister by his side,
And I know that they’ll be awaiting me
When comes my time to die.
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(OC Author - Ni Claydon)