Mer De Mort Part One

Taken across the Irish sea
Will we ever be set free
My father has been laid to rest
Of good fortune we are not blessed

In my mind's eye the mer de mort
Oh so dark is that thought

Roger and I just young boys
Forced to be Bollingbroke toys
Mortimer heirs we are distraught
To Windsor we are now brought

In my mind's eye the mer de mort
Oh so dark is that thought

In Wales Glyn Dwr is uprising
Of Bryn Glas I am surmising
Our uncle's army was defeated
Dead bodies so badly treated

In my mind's eye the mer de mort
Oh so dark is that thought

So many see me as a king
But I dare not entertain such a thing

In my mind's eye the mer de mort
Oh so dark is that thought
In my mind's eye the mer de mort
Oh so dark is that thought

Lady Despenser rescues me
With my brother briefly free
But at Cheltenham we are caught
To Pevensey we are brought

In my mind's eye the mer de mort
Oh so dark is that thought
In my mind's eye the mer de mort
Oh so dark is that thought



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