Come ye kind gentiles,
The time is nigh
To attend my tale
Of days gone by

‘bout a Christian girl
and a Pagan boy
named Maria Claire
and Angus McCoy

Maria was born
of royal good blood
And her hand was pledged
To Baron von Rudd

But fate played a trick,
Cruel as can be
For she longed for another
Angus was he

They had met on the moor
And fallen in love
The blue painted boy
And the Christian dove

They would meet in the wood
And on the moor
On verdant heath
And rocky shore

And all the while
The day drew near
When the wedding day
Was almost here

The morning came
On the day to be wed
But when they called for the bride
They found a note instead

“I have run away,
to be with my love,
I shall never return
By the lord up above”

Sore wroth was the Baron
When the letter he read
He vowed there and then
To have Angus’ head

They scoured the moor,
The wood, and the heath,
they searched the shore
and the caverns beneath

There they found the young lovers
Cold and alone
They were put into chains
And brought to the throne

“please, my lord baron,
have mercy” said she
“I will marry you still,
If Angus you free”

“Marry me still?”
Said the baron with glee
“The maiden awaits in
the dungeon for thee”

“And as for Angus your love,
his head I will hack,
but not 'till I see him
break on the rack”

And so die they both did,
And in horrible ways
And Baron Von Rudd
Let them linger for days

So remember these words
That you have been told
Happy endings are for those
Who have all the gold.