Lornadoone - Izz

Lornadoone was born in the month of June

The night was full with moon

Her Mum gave out her last breath without a doubt

«Take care, my bonnie doone»

Father was so mistaken

With her fine yellow hair, she was sweet not a bear

So he cared for his daughter

Giving gifts every day, cutting words were her way

Lornadoone would sing such a lovely tune inside her room

Father cried, each day did he run and hide

«Please take my Lornadoone.»

By the time she was sixteen

He was out of his head

Every day did he dread

But he promised her mother

A fine life, a fine lad, this is all she would have

So he set out a sum, in the memory of mum

And he promised a lad a fine lady

He must win her heat to earn his fair part

Even though it all sounded quite shady

The lads came a-running, she was venomous and cunning

Proceeding to make herself clear

«They all act like boars, I hate them» she roared

«Away with them, no one come near!»

Father canceled the offer

But a suitor did swear he would win her fine hair

He became such a villain

So to tempt such a tempest, she’d finally give in

Lornadoone left home in the month of June

The sun was high with noon

And father cried his last words without a doubt

«Take care my Lornadoone»

The End