THE WHITE LADY OF ROTHESAY CASTLE
Posted: Tuesday, 22 July 2008 |
Still she is tormented
Her presence still is here
Still she weeps with broken heart
On Rothesay Castles stairs
It was but many years ago
She sat upon her stairs
Her voice so sweet her skin so soft
Daisies filled her hair
Father o father she did shout
From her window high
To the court yard below
And the towers so high.
I hear you my girl
I hear you my dear
I hear your voice so sweet
Her father would reply
I cannot come to see you now
The Norsemen have arrived
I must stay and fight them all
Or sure we all will die
Oh father Oh father watch your back
Her soft voice did reply
But a sword of steel from a Norsemans strike
Put an end to his reply.
You shall marry a Norseman
This day the Viking said
O no not I said Isobel
And plunged a dagger in her chest
She colapsed up on her stairs in pain
But still her heat raced strong
For I am Lady Isobel
This castle is where I belong
Now I am here year after year
Watching all of you.
The swans with sygnets
The visitors and the dungeons too
Be not afraid to come and see
Where I have lived long years
But watch yourself underfoot
When climbing the bloody stairs
Lady Isobel
Her presence still is here
Still she weeps with broken heart
On Rothesay Castles stairs
It was but many years ago
She sat upon her stairs
Her voice so sweet her skin so soft
Daisies filled her hair
Father o father she did shout
From her window high
To the court yard below
And the towers so high.
I hear you my girl
I hear you my dear
I hear your voice so sweet
Her father would reply
I cannot come to see you now
The Norsemen have arrived
I must stay and fight them all
Or sure we all will die
Oh father Oh father watch your back
Her soft voice did reply
But a sword of steel from a Norsemans strike
Put an end to his reply.
You shall marry a Norseman
This day the Viking said
O no not I said Isobel
And plunged a dagger in her chest
She colapsed up on her stairs in pain
But still her heat raced strong
For I am Lady Isobel
This castle is where I belong
Now I am here year after year
Watching all of you.
The swans with sygnets
The visitors and the dungeons too
Be not afraid to come and see
Where I have lived long years
But watch yourself underfoot
When climbing the bloody stairs
Lady Isobel
Comments
how sad and yet strangely beautiful, I'm not good on history is it based on a true story? thanks,
island threads from lewis
beautiful--i've heard about the ghost at the castle--is it lady isobel?
carol from over here
Lovely - I am wondering what was the last name of Lady Isobel - was it Stewart? What year did she die?
Barbara Boyd Livreri from United States
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