Nov 2012
Part I
Here she lies,
Underneath the cloudless skies,
In the Churchyard full of graves,
Near the frothy- foamy waves.
Dead. . . is everyone that saw her when she died,
The same ones that cared and cried,
Lady Jane Of England.
Here rests her body upon the lap of earth,
Underneath the elm and buried in the turf,
Dead Lady Of England.
Her grave covered with lichens and moss,
And it is true her head she lossed,
Poor Lady Of England.
*~Marian~
Here she lies,
Underneath the cloudless skies,
In the Churchyard full of graves,
Near the frothy- foamy waves.
Dead. . . is everyone that saw her when she died,
The same ones that cared and cried,
Lady Jane Of England.
Here rests her body upon the lap of earth,
Underneath the elm and buried in the turf,
Dead Lady Of England.
Her grave covered with lichens and moss,
And it is true her head she lossed,
Poor Lady Of England.
*~Marian~
