Lyrics: The Double Agent
THE DOUBLE AGENT
(words by Valeria-Johanna,
to the tune of ‘The Sheepstealers’, a traditional Irish ballad )
(You can listen to the song here.)
It’s true what he told you, the young Potter boy,
What we’ve feared since the Dark Mark first burned:
Through blood, flesh and bone, and arts of his own,
The Dark Lord indeed has returned, Dumbledore,
The Dark Lord indeed has returned.
I went down to Hangleton just as you asked
And saw him hold court on the graves,
With the rat Pettigrew and the Death Eater crew
Who cowered before him like slaves, Dumbledore,
Who cowered before him like slaves.
I saw the poor fools that I used to admire,
Malfoy and Nott and the rest,
And they praised the Dark Lord like his own hellish choir,
And I bowed and scraped with the best, Dumbledore,
And I bowed and scraped with the best.
He was, you may guess, quite curious to learn
Why I’d forced my Dark Master to wait;
I expounded on the need to keep you deceived
Which made me attend two hours late, Dumbledore,
Which made me attend two hours late.
He thinks he’s immortal, that none can defy,
That his power’s unassailably strong,
That his gaze in your eyes sees through every disguise:
It’s lucky for me he was wrong, Dumbledore,
It’s lucky for me he was wrong.
You can tell them in the Order where I went to last night,
Speak well of my skill in deceit:
Just don’t say how it felt as before him I knelt
And bowed at her murderer’s feet, Dumbledore,
And bowed at her murderer’s feet.