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Lord Clay Cross

Nah nah na nah nah! This is one of those out of love songs which do so much to soothe the ruffled feathers of those done down by a devious drab. You can't fire me - I quit.

Bracken green and lilies decked my marriage bed
I was dressed in silver with a rampant lion red
My guests to welcome at the door
The Woodvilles and the Percys and the mossmen from the moor

But the distant sound of cannon spoiled my wedding day
The King of France's daughter sailed back home in disarray
Now all along the border wall
Muster arms the heralds call

For Lord Clay Cross my Lord Clay Cross
Be calm be steady believe me
It's a battle that's better off lost
For Lord Clay Cross
Black sky white heather white frost

How many blue eyed barons kissed your hand today
How many swore allegiance as they brushed your tears away
And told you where there's a tavern in the town
Fine ideals recline on finer eiderdowns

But while you made your power play I changed my mind
Slipping past your sentry posts I forsook the battle line
No oath remains unbroken very long
When the better part of valour
Is admitting that you're wrong

Lord Clay Cross deadlock dead level dead loss
Rode back to his manor in Redesdale

I burned my bridges when you broke the news
Cast the sword aside I'd never learned to use
To search for quietude and prayer
No bleach marks on the bath towels no plugholes full of hair

But I bore no grudge preserved no sullen air
There's no smothered nephews buried underneath my stairs
No one to censure or to blame
No loose ends to tie or maintenance to pay

For Lord Clay Cross my Lord Clay Cross
Be calm be steady believe me
It's a battle that's better off lost
For Lord Clay Cross
White star white feathers white horse
From my vows delivered unfreeze me

Chords:
Intro. A C#m D B C#m A C#m D B D B E
Verse A C#m A F# E A B E
Chorus A D A E D A F# E