Текст песни: The Wilted Rose + перевод

Once I was a lady of the blood royale

A ruler of this land

But now I spend my days as an Old Used Queen

And I find it’s not so grand.

With a hey-ho, derry derry down I sing

Never any fun for an Old Used Queen.

My lord spends his time out on the field

And dreams of strawberry leaves

I spend my days in a castle room

Embroidering on his sleeves.

With a hey-ho, derry derry down I sing

Knit one, purl two, Old Used Queen.

The other ladies sit and talk

Of baron, duke and king

But when I draw near they rise and bow

And don’t tell me a thing.

With a hey-ho, derry derry down I sing

Never any news for an Old Used Queen.

The common folk can flounce and flirt

And frolic in the grass

I’m the model of decorum (it's dull as hell!)

No one will make a pass.

With a hey-ho, derry derry down I sing

Never any love for an Old Used Queen.

But one day soon there’ll be a change

I’m learning how to fight

And my lord will learn when I become

A duchess in my own damned right!

With a hey-ho, derry derry down he’ll sing

Never any fun for an Old Used King!

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