Hazel Whyte
Widows Tears
Widows’s Tears.

Bill Lewry / Hazel Whyte

‘Twas in the year fifteen hundred and three,
My darling Jamie came to me,
Strong and handsome for all to see,
My own true love he’d ever be.
In that late Autumn we were wed,
And joy was in our marriage bed,
Our future now seemed set in stone
Joined forever, never alone,

The years they passed, oh how they flew,
Faster than we ever knew,
Then came the call from our King James,
To battle now in Scotland’s name.
You left our home at Lamas Tide,
Upon your face your smile was wide,
To join the laird, up on the law,
And meet the men wha’d cross the wa’.

Into England you were sent,
Upon the de’il’s own work bent,
You travelled south to Flodden Field,
And stoutly did refuse to yield.
Around you the flower of Scotland fell
English longbows that sang of hell,
Yet unto your country you stood true,
‘Till a blooded spear ran your body through.

No man to me did they bring home,
No life, no love, it all was gone,
The tales of your deeds were all I had,
They will not fill my empty bed,
With the Douglas men, you softly lie,
Not again to see, dear Scotland’s sky,
And all left to me, in my minds eye,
Are the widow’s tears I softly cry…..
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This song was written from the perspective of those left
behind, after the battle of Flodden, some 500 years ago,
however it remains as poignant today as it was then.
This song is therefore respectfully dedicated to the service
men / women and their families upon who's sacrifice we rely.
This dedication goes not simply to the Scots at arms - but to
all in harms way. This dedication was inspired by Matt
Lammers - serving in Iraq  where he was severely injured,
June 2007. Matt is a nephew of a good friend, Bob Reeder.
A Respectful Dedication