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No. 21 - Song of the Turnkey - Lochiel
| Lochiel: | In the donjon deep, In the donjon keep, Where the spiders weaves their strands; In the home of bats, And of grey old rats Are my lord the turnkey's lands. O, his task is light but from morn 'till night, On his rounds he needs must go. It is tramp and tramp, with his keys and his lamp, In the corridors down below. Then it's Ho, ho, ho! I am king of the donjon deep; There is music of bolt and chain, In the turnkey's dark domain. How merrily jingle chains that cling! How merrily jingle keys that swing! I am king, king, king of the donjon keep. Tho' the raven screams From the gallows beam, It is little heed he takes; And a song he roars Thro' the corridors, As his watchful round he makes. There is ne'er a traitor in all his realm, For their monarch never sleeps: There is none dare say to the turnkey "Nay," He is king of the donjon deeps. Then it's Ho, ho, ho! I am king of the donjon deep; There is music of bolt and chain, In the turnkey's dark domain. How merrily jingle chains that cling! How merrily jingle keys that swing! I am king, king, king of the donjon keep. |
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American Musical Theatre | Rob Roy
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