How now, what treachery is this She's after the crown is she now We'll see what crown she'll wear When my well penned soldiers Part her flowing hair My kingdom Princely estate of white I shall not let you fall to some Queen-seeming girl with Naught but crowns and silken verse To protect her from the swords In soldier's mouths The crown must be protected The crown must be revered But the crown is not the country Without the stamp of blood Without the writ of law So come now girl of taffeta With your hired bloody hands We'll see which one of us Will rule this troubled land
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