A couple of years ago I did another Shakespeare ghost scene (that one from Hamlet). It was also in the folk-ish arena so I thought maybe I'd take a stab (pun fully intended) at another favorite ghost scene, the one from "Richard III."
I almost named this one "All Hail, King Richard (What a Dick)," but thought better of it.
And yes, my vocalism sounds less Johnny Cash and a little more...someone else, but I'm sure the man in black could do this one justice far better than I.
lyrics
All hail King Richard
Liege of blood and steel
Sleep you now so soundly
In the mud of Bosworth Field
(Edward)
Pray you bleed, my brother,
You took me in my prime
The Tudor man, King Henry
The sword, his hand and mine
(Harry)
Fine was anointed body
’Til you punched it full of holes
Dream of me and Towers
As the fires lick your soul
(Clarence)
May in your mind sit heavy
A drowning in fulsome wine
At least when Cain slew Abel
He proved he had a spine
(Rivers, Grey, and Vaughn)
Fall upon your edgeless sword
And spare the world your pride
You have no better angels Ambition’s cross, crucified
(Princes/Cousins)
Can’t forget the children, Lord
The innocents that died
Your cousin princes curse you
We hope they skin yo’ ass alive
All hail King Richard
Liege of blood and steel
Sleep you now so soundly
In the mud of Bosworth Field
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