Ogs Lament
Tune: David of the White Rock   Words: Ginger & Dani Hulsopple
This song was written about the death of Angus "Og" MacDonald, son of the first king of Bhurtok.
He was ambushed and killed and strange circumstances ensued....

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Out in the Kingdom of Bhurtok one day
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There was a sad wailing, for slain Og did lay
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In the northern kingdom where Maximillian doth tread,
  Am   Dm  Am                E7                     Am
Valor was lost for his young son lay dead.

   Am                                             E7            Am
"Give me my sword!" cried the king in his grief.
      Dm                                            C
He struck down the one who his son's life was to keep!
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Turned he away from the court assembled all.
Am     Dm     Am                E7            Am
Later t'was spoke that he let no tear fall.

 Am                                         E7                    Am
Hidden by night, the young prince was returned.
     Dm                                    C
No eye was to see him, no pyre was to  burn.
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Silent the King in his grand island keep
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Lone was his watch while all others did sleep.

  Am                                      E7                      Am
Great was the outcry and deeply they did mourn
         Dm                                        C
The casket of black on bowed shoulders was borne
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Far from the dirging the father did stay
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Strange was his visage and black was the day.

        Am                                        E7                      Am
The black pall-ed bier that was borne across the lea
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It keenly was watched by the one men could not see
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Raised from his deathbed by conjuring hand
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Stood the young prince on his father’s own land.

Am                                    E7
Under the dark cloak of night did he ride
    Dm                               C
A haven to seek and a place he could bide
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Far from the threat of the murdering hand
Am         Dm    Am                E7           Am
Awaiting his return;  by his father to stand.
 

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