Sad Song

Living on borrowed time I'm in love with Mary, Queen of Scots Fourteen hundred ninety-three and everything's like it should be I'm gonna stop wastin' my time Henry the Fifth would have broken my arm Sad song, sad song, doo, doo Sad song, sad song Living on borrowed time I'm in love with Mary, Queen of Scots Fourteen hundred ninety-three and things are just like they ought to be Primrose and kilts, primrose and Spain Forget me not, my Queen of Scots Sad song, sad song, doo, doo Sad song, sad song