HOME | THE MUSICAL | PURCHASE | LYRICS | ABOUT THE WRITERS | PERFORMERS | GALLERY | CONTACT | FEEDBACK | LINKS

 

ELLEN’S SON

MacRANNOCH 
I was sad to see how you’d cower,
When you first came through my door,
And I’ll do all that’s in my power,
To ensure you suffer no more.
Your face tells its story,
Etched wi’ fear and wi’ pain,
So for as long as you might need to,
Treat my house as your ain

CLAIRE 
Great kindness you have shown,
But for your aid, I have to call, 
For I cannot save him alone,
Please help me breach that castle wall,

MacRANNOCH 
Oh lass, I am affa sorry,
But that help I canna give,
For though I didnae choose my neighbours,
Alang side them I must live

CLAIRE 
I’m afraid I’ve no money to pay you.

MacRANNOCH
I dinna want your money lass.

CLAIRE 
But I could give you these pearls

MacRANNOCH 
Where did you get these from?

CLAIRE 
They belonged to my husband’s mother

MacRANNOCH 
You’re married to Ellen MacKenzie’s son?

CLAIRE 
Yes. Did you know her?

MacRANNOCH 
These are the pearls I gave her as a wedding present

These pearls, Ellen wore
When she took her marriage vow,
I watched wi’ a heirt gie sore,
And it pains me even now,
For you see that I aye loved her,
Though she wed anither man,
And aye, to help her son,
I will do whate’er I can,
For Ellen’s son, whate’er I can,

HOME | THE MUSICAL | PURCHASE | LYRICS | ABOUT THE WRITERS | PERFORMERS | GALLERY | CONTACT | FEEDBACK | LINKS


Outlander-The Musical logo by David Stout, of "Sketchpad"