Steeleye Span - The King lyrics

[Steeleye Span - The King lyrics]

Joy, health, love
And peace be all here in this place
By your leave
We will sing concerning our king

Our king is well dressed
In the silks of the best
In ribbons so rare, no king can compare

We have travelled many miles
Over hedges and stiles
In search of our king, unto you we bring

We have powder and shot to conquer the lot
We have cannon and ball to conquer them all
Old Christmas is past, Twelvetide is the last
And we bid you adieu, great joy to the new

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