The Story Of The Scullion King - Steeleye Span

When Henry marched five thousand men

And then King Richard was slain

Sir William Stanley took his crown

All at the battle of Bosworth Plain

The next heir in the Yorkist line

Prince Edward was to the throne

So Henry, by his own decree

Into the tower the Prince was thrown

Now Richard, he was dead and gone

But the tale was just beginning

In the fortunes of the baker’s son

And the story of the Scullion King

Now there was a most ambitious man

A priest called Richard Simon

Who plotted and devised a plan

That could bring great rewards for him

He said he’d found the noble prince

That rumour spoke was free

Instead it was the baker’s son

And he their future king shall be

The people came to Dublin town

Where the crown was given to him

With an army for the baker’s son

In the story of the Scullion King

Then they sailed across the Irish sea

But no support they’d find there

From all those in the north country

When they arrived at Lancashire

Farewell to dreams of sovereignty

And the power that it could bring

In the fortunes of the baker’s son

And the story of the Scullion King

So down to Newark they did go

Four thousand men he lost there

Face to face with Henry’s men

And he was taken prisoner

To spend all of his days to come

Within the royal kitchen

Was the fortune of the baker’s son

And the story of the Scullion King

It was the fortune of the baker’s son

And the story of the Scullion King