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