Lyrics A Rough Guide to the Royal Succession (It’s just one damn King after another...) - The King's Singers, Paul Drayton

A Rough Guide to the Royal Succession (It’s just one damn King after another...)

Our monarchs stand in sturdy line,
A chain that history forges
Of Edwards, Richards, Williams,
Of Charleses, Jameses, Georges.
Some were bluff and hearty,
Some periwigged and prim –
And then there’s Cromwell,
But we don’t mention him!
(That warty Lord Protector,
We’d better not mention him)
First of all we had those early kings
With names that no-one can spell:
Cerdic and Ceolwulf,
Egbert and Athelstan,
And Ethelbald as well.
Who they were and what they did
Is veiled in myth –
Aethelred the Unredey
And his mother Aelfthrith.
Their behaviour was brutal,
They were far from being saints.
And with rats and lice and flies
It will come as no surprise
Many suffered from peculiar complaints – but…
Great Alfred was our founder,
With tresses long and flaxen,
Proud and independent,
Indubitably Saxon.
In politics and fighting
He had just what it takes,
While drifting from the kitchen
Came a smell of burning cakes.
He lit the torch of freedom
That none on earth could quench,
Till William (The Bastard)
Tried to make us speak in French:
Those nasty knights from Normandy
Came over babbling French.
England was a fair field,
A fair field full of folk:
Counting the inhabitants
Had got beyond a joke.
There were farms, there were estates,
There were smithies, there were mills,
Swine in the orchards and sheep on the hills.
William counted everything,
From hall to inglenook:
Ev’ry stable, shed or conservatory,
They all went into a book.
So when it came to taxes
No-one was off the hook –
It all went down in the Domesday Book!
William’s son was Rufus, he had
Red hair and a florid face,
But he was not just florid,
He was really rather horrid,
His personal skills a disgrace.
With his friends in the forest he hunted a lot
Till he finally reached his penalty spot,
And on that spot
He was shot.
Henry the First enjoyed his meals,
But expired having eating too many eels.
Henry the Second, he suffered no end
For causing the death of Becket, his friend:
Kneeling in the cathedral crypt
He found it helped to be lightly whipped –
Like a syllabub he was lightly whipped.
King Stephen was almost
Escorted from the premises
By menacing Matilda, his arch-nemesis.
His wife, it’s true, was a Matilda too.
Being spied on either side
By a Matilda meant
Bewilderment!
Richard the First was a warrior bold –
The heart of a lion had he.
A fearless crusader, yet skilled in minstrelsy.
A captive in a foreign land,
His singing set him free.
Far from home, I languish
In misery, and … anguish!
His faithful minstrel heard him,
“I know that voice!”
cried he.
He made a dash for a cashpoint,
And Richard soon was free.
But how can we know?
We may never know what really occurred
With Richard the Second and Richard the Third.
You can never be sure.
Richard the Fourth was a cunning hoax:
Perkin Warbeck with one of his jokes!
Some monarchs come in two parts,
Like Shakespeare’s Henry Four,
And some go forth like Hen.
the Fifth
En route to Agincourt:
Our King went forth to Normandie
With grace and might of Chivalrie!
A milder mix was Henry Six,
A seeker after knowledge:
He built a certain chapel
At a certain Cambridge College,
Renowned for its musicians among other things:
A famous band of minstrels started life at King’s.
Magna Carta, bad King John,
Edwards One, Two, Three,
Murder, war and pestilence,
Revolting peasantry!
Scheming and ambitious,
Split apart by feud or faction,
But in their hearts they knew their parts:
The warm-up act before the main attraction –
The Tudors!
Pastime with good companie –
Oh how we love that Tudor dynasty!
All their pastimes airing on TV,
Their company is “Tudors PLC”.
There’s love, of course,
And serial divorce,
And tons of jewellery:
They’re now a brand,
Preserved and canned,
So buy the DVD!
Tudors all were really Welsh
With Celtic kith and kin.
Stuarts all were bonny Scots,
With a little bit of French thrown in.
They drove out James the Second,
(No-one liked him much)
And wheeled in William of Orange
Who turned out to be Dutch.
Queen Anne was fond of drinking tea
Which quite restored the British monarchy;
But soon we had a shocking new experience:
One hundred years of German Hanoverians!
And here are the results in reverse order:
A man of style was George the Fourth,
But corpulent and lazy.
George the Third said “What, what, what?”
And went a little crazy.
It seems that George the Second
Immortality was seeking;
May the King live for ever
Amen, Allelujah, Amen.
While George the First was “English-averse”
And didn’t even want to BE King!
William the Fourth was a naval man,
With Nelson he worked hard to keep the peace.
He hadn’t much to bring to the job,
But he paved the way for his dutiful young niece.
Victoria had everything:
An army and a navy no foreign foe could crush,
The mightiest of empires, and toilets that could flush.
Postage stamps and railways,
Christmas trees and garden gnomes,
(Alfred, Lord) Tennyson and Dickens and Disraeli,
D’Oyly Carte and Sherlock Holmes.
As soon as his Mother vacated the throne
Edward the Seventh lowered the tone.
George the Fifth shunned glitz and glamour,
But left his son with a bit of a stammer.
Life grew ever darker and austerer
Till the dawning of a new Elizabethan era
So give three hearty cheers
For they have mellowed with the years,
Now they feel our pain and share our woe.
They may be stalked by hacks,
They’d have to pay the tax,
And sit through the Royal Variety Show.
Oh no!
You may not see them on the bus,
But they’re just a bit like us
With their barbecues and TV soaps.
They may no longer have the power
To lock us in the Tower
Or have interminable arguments with Popes.
But…
Our monarchs stand in sturdy line,
A chain that history forges
Of Edwards, Richards, Williams,
Of Charleses, Jameses, Georges.
So after one thousand years
What will the future be?
We couldn’t really comment.
You’ll just have to wait and see!