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The White Rose Pretender (song version)
The White Rose Pretender
It was the 30th of December
And the snow lay on the ground
Around the Yorkist stronghold
On Sandal Castle’s mound
When Richard, Duke of York
Was awoken by his hound
Baying for Lancastrian blood
Wherever it could be found
The Red Rose army at Pontefract Castle
Had been pillaging Richard’s estates
So he had marched north to Wakefiel...
Sunday 8th December 2024 6:45 pm
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