Francis Cranley

I shall speak of the old century
Of my liege lord I will speak kindly
Francis Cranley is my name
Of my youth you do remind me

To Middleham Castle a stranger came
And Fielding was his name
Of a murder he did stand accused
Of his innocence he did claim

I shall speak of the old century
Of the life that is behind me
Francis Cranley is my name
With my memories you do find me

For Plaincourt Manor I did ride
To help kind Gloucester's friend
To find the truth of Geoffrey's death
My assistance I might lend

I shall speak of the old century
Of the Woodvilles I don't speak kindly
Francis Cranley is my name
In my old age you do find me

Lord Rivers so noble but evil as well
With his lover Stephen Plaincourt
Mistress Blanche they did use
With a promise she was bought

I shall speak of the old century
Of Fielding I do speak kindly
Francis Cranley is my name
In sadness you do find me

To Middleham Castle I did return
In time for Christmas day
With young Matthew by my side
Then to York where I did pray

I shall speak of the old century
Of my liege lord I will speak kindly
Francis Cranley is my name
In my old age you do find me