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Aye,
Malcolm Canmore knew to fight
Born so and put to flight
Many a Viking, many a home-grown foe!
In that
day, in that time
Bloody kingship in its prime
Royal chambers warriors’ place to go!
Mattered
little women cried
Battle measured manly pride
And blade worked its magic spell!
He slew
Macbeth of blackened fame
Usurping illegitimate claim!
None left the truth to tell!
Lady
Macbeth’s ill-placed son
Hopelessly lost, deed done
Doomed with mother’s marriage to Macbeth!
This
dynasty a brazen start
After snuffing Lulach’s heart
Ambitious rivals drew a craven’s breath! |
