IN PRAISE OF THE KING AND QUEEN

To live and die a valiant King

A thousand years ago

And armoured up for skirmishing

Alongside dear Banquo.

On the sands of mighty rivers deep

A thousand years ago

On gleaming crags of mountains steep

Macbeth would dreaming go.

And through a battling seventeen years

A thousand years ago

The Queen trod soft among fierce tears            

To heal the people so.

Macbeth and Gruoch loved Alba’s crown

And graced these many years

They fought to keep the mighty down

True justice gained with spears.

But thank the Lord they knew not what

Five hundred years would bring

Five hundred lies from the witches’ pot

And an end to everything.