Healthy Living (Will Be The Death Of Me)

An everyday love triangle murder tale of 18th Century Scottish folk.
"Davie was a diamond - he was just the kind of diamond ladies loved." And therein starts the problem...
With Jay Cresswell on braw bass bits, Jeff Bernstein on orchestra creation and realisation, and all masterfully remastered by Pete Maher.

Davie was a diamond.
He was just the kind of diamond ladies loved, 
Universally – roguish rough, but a diamond.
Ruby was so proud of him –
Of all the girls in Glasgow, her he chose
Matrimonially – for his rose ruby diamond.

She knew the girls all looked at him with cap of navy silk
As long as they could look but could not touch.

She cried and cried on the day the feeling died
She cried and cried for her diamond
She cried and cried for the innocence denied
She cried and cried for Davie Dymund.

Davie took a mistress, 
Or maybe two or three or four or more
Recreationally. He was bored with Ruby Dymund.
One girl in particular,
A ‘lady’ of the night named Doris Rae
Purely physically, so they say – dirty diamond.

She’d fallen for his roguish rough, in cap of navy silk
She knew she maybe loved him far too much

She cried and cried on the day the feeling died
She cried and cried for her diamond
She cried and cried for the innocence denied
She cried and cried for Davie Dymund.

The sheriff came to call one night.
The body had been found of Doris Rae.
Callous butchery – where she lay, cold as diamond.
A cap of navy silk it seems
Upon her bloodied breast pointing the way
Quite conclusively, clear as day, to Davie Dymund

Ruby cried his innocence – half-heartedly in truth
The crime was hers – though didn’t tell them such!

She lied and cried on the day the feeling died
She lied and cried for her diamond
She lied and cried for his innocence denied
She lied and cried for Davie Dymund

She lied and cried on the day the diamond died
She cried and cried for her diamond
She cried and lied as they hanged him without pride
She cried and cried for Davie Dymund
She cried denied of Davie Dymund         
She cried and cried for Davie Dymund…


* This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Diamond

6" in my socks (they said "short is best"). I have been playing my songs for a roomful of memories for too long.

Healthy Living (Will Be The Death Of Me)

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