In London Town Pt One
In London Town, a girl was born
Who lost the crown, but won the scorn
Of Lady Margaret's deep disdain
For something free, she cannot reign
She had a daughter, Mary Grace
A maiden with a merry face
Who blessed the flowers that she grew
With tiny prayers and tinsel too
But when her mother kicked her out
To spite the lad she cared about
The hapless Mary lost her bed
And lost the chance she had to wed
For as the child within her grew
Her mother felt, as mothers do
That Mary's heart declined the source
That put the cart behind the horse
Though Lady Margaret's choice was bad
To sacrifice the love she had
She did not do the best she could
To spread the joy of motherhood
The charge of rape she did attest
Was worthy of a boy's arrest
The constable who Margaret bribed
Believed the charge that she described
When Oliver was brought in chains
To please the one who held the reins
He learned that fate is never free
When someone buys the victory
When Seraphine was sent to Earth
To show the world a loving birth
She fell between the great dispute
Of Mary Grace and Margaret's boot
They fought like enemies or foes
Where someone stays and takes the blows
To bear the shame but not the right
To share the blame another night
For Mary Grace, who lost the perch
A desperate race became the search
To find the place where strangers meet
Who face the dangers of the street
Their friends were great to share a meal
That broke a weary way to feel
But noblemen of great renown
Would pass them by with just a frown
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