The Castle's Ladys

I thought it would not go amiss if I added this song of the Realm to Coralie’s list.

As I went dow past Castle Amber

at the hour of twelve at night,

who should I spy but the Amber Lady

washing her feet by candlelight.

First she washed them, then she dried them

over a fire of amber coals.

In all my life I ne’re did see

a maid so sweet and pure of soul.

Chorus

Whack for the toora loora laddy

Whack for the toora loora lay

Whack for the toora loora laddy

Whack for the toora loora lay

As I went down past Castle Silver

at the hour of half past eight,

who should I spy but the Silver Lady

brushing her hair in the broad daylight.

First she tossed it, then she brushed it.

On her lap was a silver comb

In all my life I ne’re did see

a maid so fair since I did roam

Chorus

As I went down past Castle Golden

as the sun began to set,

who should I spy but the Golden Lady

catching a moth in her golden net.

When she saw me, then she fled me

lifting her petticoat over her knee.

In all my life I ne’re did see

a maid so shy as the Golden Lady

Chorus twice