I Greet You Well

Beloved brother I greet you well
Despite the fears in which we dwell
Our brother dead the news is grave
But in our hearts we must be brave

Right trusty brother across the sea
From my fair court of Burgundy
Prayers for Edward have been said
I can't believe that he is dead

Beloved brother if you please
Of your plans please tell me
For our house I do fear
Our house of York which we hold dear

Right trusty brother across the sea
From my fair court of Burgundy
Prayers for Edward have been said
I can't believe that he is dead

To you dear brother I do confide
For to London you must ride
To the Woodville affinity
Their plans for the boy King I can foresee



Credits
Writer(s): Ian Churchward
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