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