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 wasting my time
Henry the Fifth would have broken my heart
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 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