Queen Eleanors Confession by The Furrow Collective Lyrics
Queen Eleanor was a sick woman, sick just like to die
And she has called for two friars of France to come to her speedily
The King called down his nobles all, an angry man was he
“Earl Marshal, I'll go shrive the Queen and you will come with me.”
“A boon, a boon,” said Earl Marshal and fell on bended knee
“For if the Queen shall hear of this then hanged I shall be!”
“I swear by the sun, I swear by the moon, and by the stars so high
That by my sceptre and my crown, Earl Marshal shall not die!”
The King pulled on his grey friar's gown, Earl Marshal donned another
And they're away to fair London town like friars both together
And whеn they came to London town, came down through Whitеhall
The bells did ring and the choirs sing and the torches did light them all
And when they came before the Queen, they fell on bended knee
“What matter, what matter, our gracious Queen, you sent so speedily?”
“Oh, if you are two friars of France, it's you I wish to see
But if you are two English lords, you'll hang on the gallows tree!”
“Oh, the very first sin I did commit, I will now tell to thee:
I fell in love with the Earl Marshal as he brought me o'er the sea.”
“Oh, that was a vile sin,” said the King, “but pardoned it may be.”
“Amen, amen,” said the Earl Marshal, with a heavy heart spoke he
“Oh, the very next sin I did commit, I will to you unfold:
Earl Marshal had my maidenhead beneath this gown of gold.”
“Oh, that was a vile sin,” said the King, “may God forgive it thee!”
“Amen, amen,” said the Earl Marshal, and a frightened man was he
“Oh, don't you see two those two little boys a-playing at the ball:
The eldest is Earl Marshal's son and I like him the best of all
“Oh, don't you see that other little boy a-playing at the ball:
Oh, that one is King Henry's son and I like him the worst of all
“His head is like a black boar's head, his feet are like a bear.”
“What matter, what matter,“ cried the King, ”he's my son and my only heir!”
And the King pulled off his grey friar's gown, stood in his scarlet red
Queen Eleanor turned herself in bed and cried she was betrayed
The King looked over his left shoulder, a grim look looked he
“If I hadn't sworn by my sceptre and gown you'd hang in the gallows tree!”
And she has called for two friars of France to come to her speedily
The King called down his nobles all, an angry man was he
“Earl Marshal, I'll go shrive the Queen and you will come with me.”
“A boon, a boon,” said Earl Marshal and fell on bended knee
“For if the Queen shall hear of this then hanged I shall be!”
“I swear by the sun, I swear by the moon, and by the stars so high
That by my sceptre and my crown, Earl Marshal shall not die!”
The King pulled on his grey friar's gown, Earl Marshal donned another
And they're away to fair London town like friars both together
And whеn they came to London town, came down through Whitеhall
The bells did ring and the choirs sing and the torches did light them all
And when they came before the Queen, they fell on bended knee
“What matter, what matter, our gracious Queen, you sent so speedily?”
“Oh, if you are two friars of France, it's you I wish to see
But if you are two English lords, you'll hang on the gallows tree!”
“Oh, the very first sin I did commit, I will now tell to thee:
I fell in love with the Earl Marshal as he brought me o'er the sea.”
“Oh, that was a vile sin,” said the King, “but pardoned it may be.”
“Amen, amen,” said the Earl Marshal, with a heavy heart spoke he
“Oh, the very next sin I did commit, I will to you unfold:
Earl Marshal had my maidenhead beneath this gown of gold.”
“Oh, that was a vile sin,” said the King, “may God forgive it thee!”
“Amen, amen,” said the Earl Marshal, and a frightened man was he
“Oh, don't you see two those two little boys a-playing at the ball:
The eldest is Earl Marshal's son and I like him the best of all
“Oh, don't you see that other little boy a-playing at the ball:
Oh, that one is King Henry's son and I like him the worst of all
“His head is like a black boar's head, his feet are like a bear.”
“What matter, what matter,“ cried the King, ”he's my son and my only heir!”
And the King pulled off his grey friar's gown, stood in his scarlet red
Queen Eleanor turned herself in bed and cried she was betrayed
The King looked over his left shoulder, a grim look looked he
“If I hadn't sworn by my sceptre and gown you'd hang in the gallows tree!”