Murray's Murder

O Highland and o Southland!

What has transpired upon your expanses!

Struck dead is the noble Murray,

And I shall never see him again.

Woe unto you! Woe unto you, Huntley,

So disloyal, false and audacious,

You should bring him back to us,

For you have killed him.

A handsome knight he was,

In races and in jousts;

At all times was our Murray

The crown above us all.

A handsome knight was he,

In wargames and at the ball;

It was the noble Murray

Who was the flower of us all.

A handsome knight was he

In dance and at the lute;

Ah, the noble Murray

Was well-beloved of the Queen.

O, Queen, you will long

Gaze over the castle wall

Before you see the gallant Murray

Come riding down the valley.