Along time ago in our very strange land. br There once lived a king who thought he was grand. br He wore a golden coat studded with gems and br pearls and a fancy wig with long red curls. br A generous man who was no fake, but he let br his heart rule his head and that was a mistake. br He gave land and money to those he did not know br and this brought him down to meet trouble and woe. br This then troubled land who had a great king, br where the people would cheer because of gifts he would br bring, but his generosity let him down and from his head br fell the crown. They said he was a traitor and on the scaffold br he stood and instead of the crown he wore a black hood. br This once grand king which was his right of birth br had failed the lord to his right on earth. br The Divine Right he thought was his alone br and because of this they dragged him from the throne. br 'Take heed you Roundheads, old Cromwell said br King Charles is now well and truly dead.