When King Henry ruled this land
the second of that name,
besides his Queen, he dearly loved
a mistress did he have.
No sweeter creature in this world
could King ever embrace,
with sparkling eyes, like silvery pearls
did cast so, a heavenly sight.
Rosamunde, fairest of them all
her name was so called,
to whom our Queen became
her deadly known foe.
The King in her defence
against his jealous Queen,
built a castle, to keep her safe
the likes’ of, never seen.
Built of stone and timber strong
with one hundred and fifty doors,
to hide her from his Queen…