The Story of England in Verse
RHYMING HISTORY

Normandy by right; England by Conquest.

William, I'm sure, did his level best

To juggle both roles, and met with some success.
His family, though, was in a dreadful mess.

Elder son Robert led him a merry dance,

Plotting, openly, with King Philip of France

Against his own father; while the second son,

William 'Rufus', was just out to have fun.

Family squabbles, border disputes, civil war:

Normandy occupied William more and more.

 

In 1087 he was wounded, badly,

Sacking (in a fit of pique) some French town. Sadly,

Neither son was at his side. Robert was away,

Sucking up to the French King, though I have to say

Rufus did turn up (just in time) at the deathbed:

A smart move and politic, it has to be said.

 

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Elizabeth the First was made of steel,

Yet still commanded popular appeal.

Striking of countenance, with flame-red hair,

She proved herself her father's one true heir.

Milksop Edward and the frightful Mary

Both left the populace rightly wary

Of the Tudors. Their new Queen, however,

Like old Henry, was not only clever -

Fluent in six languages (Spanish, Greek,

Flemish and French were four that she could speak) -

But she loved life. Pageantry she adored,

Hunting and dancing. Warfare she abhorred.

Here she differed from her father. The waste,

In money and men, was not to her taste.

This was closer to her grandfather's stance.

He, you may remember, withdrew from France -

A long-drawn-out war - as soon as he could,

Devoting himself, as a monarch should

To peace at home and to the common good.

 

WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR

 

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ELIZABETH THE FIRST

I'd like to draw a line, say "that was that",

But there's a footnote. William was fat

(Obese, let's be honest) towards the end:

Too big for his coffin. They had to send

For six heavy men to sit on the lid.

Another French farce. You know what they did?

They squashed him down, King William the First,

So hard, that his big balloon-belly burst.

I do apologise if I'm giving offence,

But the stench from the explosion was quite intense.

 

Henry the Seventh (you know I'm a fan)

Was by nature a conservative man.

Elizabeth inherited this trait -

In spades. As Queen she embodied the state.

She could be haughty, wilful, wayward, vain,

Yet she exhibited, throughout her reign,

The gift of caution. On her accession

She claimed she was "mere English". Possession

Of her crown, her life, her liberty, her throne,

She owed to the people, and to them alone.

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On the 30th of January

Charles met his Maker. A bitter, cold day,

He dressed that morning with the utmost care.

He asked for two shirts, all too well aware

That the crowd might think that he quaked for dread.

Yet the King feared nothing. To lose one's head?

A trifle! Standing upon the scaffold,

Charles look about him (he wasn't blindfold)

And addressed his subjects for one last time.

He'd caused no offence, committed no crime.

He was dying for justice and for liberty,

In defiance of arbitrary tyranny.

Few of the people, alas, heard his speech.

They were blocked by the guards and out of reach.

But Charles lost his stammer (there's a strange thing) -

A patient, relaxed and submissive King.

He observed that the block was just too low.

He couldn't kneel. Did this upset him? No.

He resolved, as he must, to lie quite flat,

His arms out sideways, as simple as that.

His hair he tucked tightly into his cap -

Charles, to the end, was a finicky chap.

He desired no obstruction. One swift blow,

One strike, was the way he wanted to go.

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The axe fell. The crowd let out a groan.

The deed was done. England stood alone.

Volume One

Volume Two

Volume Three

EXECUTION OF CHARLES THE FIRST

Text Copyright Copyright © 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016 Colin Wakefield

   Illustrations Copyright © 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016 John Partridge

Here are some short excerpts from Volumes One to Six of the History, with a selection of illustrations, which we hope you will enjoy. These are designed to give just a taste of the style and content of the books.

Volume Four

CROMWELL'S CHARACTER

The Protector was appointed for life.

'His Highness', Cromwell became; his good wife,

Elizabeth, the 'Lady Protectress'.

They moved to a wildly fancy address,

Whitehall Palace. Cromwell couldn't care less

For pomp and show, though I have to confess

He did look forward to his weekend haunt,

Hampton Court, whence he would savour a jaunt

To Bushy Park for his recreation - 

Hunting and hawking. His reputation

As a spoilsport was quite unjustified.


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For Noll had a warm, convivial side.

He loved music. This must be qualified.


Music in a religious context:

Definitely 'out'. But any pretext

To enjoy it as a secular art -

Proof, if need be, that he did have a heart -

Singing, for instance, was most surely 'in',

As was chamber music. It was no sin

To relish melody. The violin

(I've read this) grew in popularity

During the Protectorate. So you see,

He was no Philistine. A committee

Was even constituted (since you ask)

For the advancement of music. The masque -

The rage, you'll recall, in the old King's day -

Crept back in to fashion, though the stage play

Was outlawed during this period. Dance,

Tending to vice and popular in France,

Was tolerated up to a degree

Within the bounds of strict morality.




Volume Five

NELL GWYNN

Nelly's wit and sense of humour were priceless.

Not necessarily renowned for 'niceness',

She was famous for her ready repartee.

The mob occasioned her some anxiety

At Oxford, mistaking Miss Gwynn for Louise.

They jostled her coach, attacking, if you please,

The bitch they declared to be Charles' Catholic

Harlot. Such naked prejudice makes me sick,

But, ever in high spirits, Nell saved the day.

Sticking her head out of the coach window, "Pray!"

She cried, "Good people, be civil!" (this I adore -

So witty, so sharp) "I am the Protestant whore!"


Though never destined for the giddy heights

Of Lou or Babs, Nell asserted her 'rights'.

Poor she was not! Mistresses, on the whole,

Relished their place on the royal payroll.

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Nelly, I've read, had a pad in the Mall,

A coach, six horses, and servants withal.

An income of several thousand pounds,

Per annum, was hers. The figure astounds.

For a poor illiterate (Welsh to boot),

That wasn't half bad. But Nelly was cute,

Outspoken, ambitious, tough and astute.

"I have learnt a lot - in a highly palatable way!"


"Thanks for hours of reading enjoyment."

Volume Six

THE KING'S CHARACTER

King James the Second. What can I say?

The fool who threw his kingdom away.

He started well but, alackaday, 

After four short years, in disarray, 

He fled to France and called it a day. 


A complex soul, it wasn't James' way

To compromise. To widespread dismay,

He sought to impose his will. Well, hey - 

What use are subjects if not to obey?

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Where Charles the Second learned to duck and dive

(Unlike his father) - thus staying alive - 

His brother James inherited, in spades, 

Their father's intransigence. As young blades

They displayed similarities, of course. 

Both were handsome, both looked good on a horse,

And both had an eye for the fairer sex

(That's an understatement). Both risked their necks

In battle, though too young by far to fight

In the Civil War; and neither was that bright.