| When Henry marched five thousand men | 
| And then King Richard was slain | 
| Sir William Stanley took his crown | 
| All at the battle of Bosworth Plain | 
| The next heir in the Yorkist line | 
| Prince Edward was to the throne | 
| So Henry, by his own decree | 
| Into the tower the Prince was thrown | 
| Now Richard, he was dead and gone | 
| But the tale was just beginning | 
| In the fortunes of the baker’s son | 
| And the story of the Scullion King | 
| Now there was a most ambitious man | 
| A priest called Richard Simon | 
| Who plotted and devised a plan | 
| That could bring great rewards for him | 
| He said he’d found the noble prince | 
| That rumour spoke was free | 
| Instead it was the baker’s son | 
| And he their future king shall be | 
| The people came to Dublin town | 
| Where the crown was given to him | 
| With an army for the baker’s son | 
| In the story of the Scullion King | 
| Then they sailed across the Irish sea | 
| But no support they’d find there | 
| From all those in the north country | 
| When they arrived at Lancashire | 
| Farewell to dreams of sovereignty | 
| And the power that it could bring | 
| In the fortunes of the baker’s son | 
| And the story of the Scullion King | 
| So down to Newark they did go | 
| Four thousand men he lost there | 
| Face to face with Henry’s men | 
| And he was taken prisoner | 
| To spend all of his days to come | 
| Within the royal kitchen | 
| Was the fortune of the baker’s son | 
| And the story of the Scullion King | 
| It was the fortune of the baker’s son | 
| And the story of the Scullion King |