The Story Of The Scullion King

When Henry marched five thousand men
And then King Richard was slain
Sir William Stanley took his crown
All at the battle of Bosworth Plain
The next heir in the Yorkist line
Prince Edward was to the throne
So Henry, by his own decree
Into the tower the Prince was thrown
Now Richard, he was dead and gone
But the tale was just beginning
In the fortunes of the baker’s son
And the story of the Scullion King
Now there was a most ambitious man
A priest called Richard Simon
Who plotted and devised a plan
That could bring great rewards for him
He said he’d found the noble prince
That rumour spoke was free
Instead it was the baker’s son
And he their future king shall be
The people came to Dublin town
Where the crown was given to him
With an army for the baker’s son
In the story of the Scullion King
Then they sailed across the Irish sea
But no support they’d find there
From all those in the north country
When they arrived at Lancashire
Farewell to dreams of sovereignty
And the power that it could bring
In the fortunes of the baker’s son
And the story of the Scullion King
So down to Newark they did go
Four thousand men he lost there
Face to face with Henry’s men
And he was taken prisoner
To spend all of his days to come
Within the royal kitchen
Was the fortune of the baker’s son
And the story of the Scullion King
It was the fortune of the baker’s son
And the story of the Scullion King