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When Henry marched five thousand men And then King Richard was slainSir William Stanley took his crownAll at the battle of Bosworth PlainThe next heir in the Yorkist linePrince Edward was to the throneSo Henry, by his own decreeInto the tower the Prince was thrownNow Richard, he was dead and goneBut the tale was just beginningIn the fortunes of the baker's sonAnd the story of the Scullion KingNow there was a most ambitious manA priest called Richard SimonWho plotted and devised a planThat could bring great reward for himHe said he'd found the noble princeThat rumour spoke was freeInstead it was the baker's sonAnd he their future king shall beThe people came to Dublin townSongtexteWhere the crown was given to himWith an army for the baker's sonIn the story of the Scullion KingThen they sailed across the Irish seaBut no support they'd find thereFrom all those in the north countryWhen they arrived at LancashireFarewell to dreams of sovereigntyAnd the power that it could bringIn the fortunes of the baker's sonAnd the story of the Scullion KingThen down to Newark they did goFour thousand men he lost thereFace to face with Henry's menAnd he was taken prisonerTo spend all of his days to comeWithin the royal kitchenWas the fortune of the baker's sonAnd the story of the Scullion KingIt was the fortune of the baker's sonAnd the story of the Scullion King Aus Songtexte Mania