Talk:The King Come Down/@comment-24828288-20150419170448

The King was in his butcher house, chopping up his meat

The maid was in the mead hall, having a tasty treat

The Queen was out in the garden, hanging out her sheet

When the King came down, towards her, and lobbed off her feet

The King come down to the market place, where people counted out their money

He hacked off heads and chopped them, making blood flow like honey

The King come down to the town square, and hacked all the folk

He tore off a girl's head, and threw it in the lake

The King come down to the cathedral,

Where everyone inside

Was praising God, blessing him who died,

But not even that could not stop their conceit

When the King come down to the cathedral, and lopped off their feet

The King come down to the center of town

Lopping and hacking til the streets went reddish brown

The King come down to the end of the town square

And there, he stopped being a great grizzly bear

Men came and bound the King in chains

Nobody there heard the King even complains

The King come down to the town jail

They bound him for a little while

And then gave him execution, not even without trail

The King come down to the scaffold

Left there overnight

But in the morning

His body had taken flight

Left ten miles from that scaffold noose, the King come down to light

The King come down to the cemetery

Where he was fenced in constantly

The legend died out and it should have done

But unhinged mentally

Things were never as removed as distantly

The town came down for a festival

One sunny day in June

The mead and food flowed from the plates

And nobody even mourned

Not even when heavy bootsteps echoed down the street

...And the King come down to the marketplace, echoing align with his feet