The King

Traditional english

Arranged by loreena mckennitt

Good 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 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

Twelve tide is the last

And we bid you adieu

Great joy to the new

And we bid you adieu

Great joy to the new