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Royal Stuarts
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A Tale of Walter, the Steward and Marjorie Bruce
(Sung to the tune of Beverly Hillbillys)
Let me tell you a story 'bout a man named Walt,
a humble servant of the king who didn't have a fault
he was mindin' his own business, footloose and fancy free,
when his eyes fell on a girl, know as Marjorie.
Bruce that is. Robert's kid, Scot's princess.
Soon Walt and Meg were married, and a kid was on the way,
The Scots parliament said "She might be queen one day
But first we will choose David, then Edward to be King,
A girl on the throne would be a scary thing."
Weird that is. Never done, unheard of.
But fate decreed that Marjorie would never sit the throne.
You see she went a riding and from her horse was thrown.
She was eight months pregnant, and wouldn't live to see
her son they pulled screaming from his dead mother's body.
Birth that is, mother's womb, untimely ripped.
So Walter raised his son alone and taught him right from wrong,
And Robert grew into a man, intelligent and strong.
He became advisor to his Uncle David Bruce,
Together they ruled Scotland, as an impressive duce.
Pair that is, relatives, King and friend.
Then David died without a son to take his place and reign,
and England threatened to begin the war all over again.
Parliament said "Now Robert, you will be our king."
And that is how the Stewart's grabbed that golden ring.
Crown that is, Monarchy, Dynasty.
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