The Legendary Ten Seconds - The Rose of Tudor 1509

She knew her father had died in shame,
A lasting slur on the Beaufort name.
And her grandfather was bastard born
The truth concealed, distorted not worn.

Margaret Beaufort she did foresee
For her son Henry on bended knee.
For her Red Rose she did claim
To bring glory to Tudor’s name.

She lived to see her grandson crowned;
At dissolving the monasteries he was renowned.
An evil man on a tyrant’s quest,
For his six wives he is know best.

Written by:
IAN CHURCHWARD

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