Oh Red Shirt, Oh Red Shirt
what troubles your brow?
Lay your locks on my bosom
and speak to me now.
What troubles that magnificent beard this night?
Could it be from all the bearded fight?
Now you are sad because you havent been made King?
Yet you are married to a wonderful Queen.
Oh Red Shirt, Oh Red Shirt
How I love you as my King
Bearded or not I wed the with this ring.
Oh Red Shirt, Oh Red Shirt.
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