Herald's Lament

King Richard is dead! Such dread news I bring
No joy to cling to, no hosannas to sing
I tell a tale so heartbreakingly brief
A tale that can only convey pain and grief

A herald's lament King Richard is dead
And of Henry Tudor his reign I do dread

Treacherous Stanley, and others, with Percy
Did desert our true king, and offered no mercy
All grace did they forfeit, as well as all honour
By callously raising to crown and to power

A herald's lament King Richard is dead
And of Henry Tudor his reign I do dread

A cowardly knave by the name of Tudor
A claimless, joyless Lancastrian usurper
Oh, England! Our anointed King Richard is lost
Betrayed, deserted at what ruthless cost

A herald's lament King Richard is dead
And of Henry Tudor his reign I do dread

Now we have Henry, he is numbered seven
Who will close upon us the gates of God's Heaven
King Richard is dead! Such dread news I bring
No joy to cling to, no hosannas to sing



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Writer(s): Ian Churchward
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