Queen and lionheart

Sat on her horse on a verdant hilltop

Seeing her people ranged in lines,

It made her proud as they sang aloud

She knew nobody was worried in these times,

Because they had faith in her, their Queen

Because she always made herself seen,

And because she possessed a lionheart

And when the battle starts,

She’ll be right there in the heart,

Fighting for them and for glory

Already they were writing her stories,

Their Queen, their rose, their beautiful lionheart,

They knew she was doing this for them

They knew she was fighting in their defence,

And that she would fight to the end,

And as the battle roar went up

And as the swords and shields clashed,

The screams rang out and the blood it flowed

And at the end she was standing there,

On a mound of bodies holding a head by the hair

Of the foe who thought that they may scare,

But their Queen, their warrior and lionheart

Who cut off their leaders head and started to depart,

From this battlefield of blood and angry deaths

Leaving many people now no longer drawing breath,

It was an awful and painful mess

Which left her sad and bereft,

But as a Queen and lionheart

She had played her deadly part,

And now she chose to leave,

To succour those who still could breath,

She was an amazing sight to see

This powerful lionheart and Queen,

She was their heroine and their dream

She was their lionheart and Queen.