I shall mourn as thou preparest for thy demise
At morning's light, whence you shall die on the morrow,
Thou doth stand tall in spite of thy youth's statured size,
Harken thee one thing, as speak through mother's sorrow,
My noble son, thou hast fought the popish soldiers
Who in their cowardice art half as strong as thee,
Thou hath conquered with conviction, King's armingers.
In thy execution, thou shall win life's victory,
Lo, as David to Goliath, with shepherd's sling,
Thou have met on field of honor, the Philistine,
Though thy life is taken, thy name will honor bring,
In heart of every freeman, ever shall they dene,
T'was knight of Garter's order; ever shall they sing,
Of martyr who would never, kneel to unjust king.
[This message has been edited by Tim (edited 08-18-99).]