King's Daughter, King's Sister, King's Mother -

"Kings Daughter, King's Sister, King's Mother" - an original song written in April of 2016. This song is based upon the lives of St. Adela of Normandy (daughter of William the Conqueror and sister of Henry I) and her husband, Stephen II, Count of Blois. Their son, Stephen, succeeded Henry I as King, usurping the right of Henry’s daughter, Matilda. Matilda’s son, Henry II, succeeded Stephen. Just to give you a little context. Also, details about these two are fuzzy, so I did the best I could!
I'm playing my Enya EUP-X1 pineapple travel soprano again - it's the only one I have with me!
General project notes:
I'm sharing 100 #ukulele #practice sessions as 100 posts in 100 days, for the #100DaysUke2024 #challenge. I'm a new player (starting 11 February 2024), but I also play guitar, so skill transfer is a thing. 😜 Also, it's practice, not perfect at all. 🤣 The point is, here's proof I've been practicing!
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Lyrics:
King's Daughter, King's Sister, King's Mother
The King's daughter, she married me, as was her duty
Fifteen and still blooming, in the flow’r of her youth
Twenty years senior, I was heir to my father's line
And in his name already ruling our lands
The Princess was Countess ere ten years had passed
The King's sister, she was then; her father had met his end
Our fam’ly grew richer with daughters and sons
The holy land called my name, for glory, faith, wealth, and fame
For four years I led men to die in the sand
I feared the siege fruitless; I returned to France
The King's sister felt my disgrace, desired that I save my face
My dear wife so hon’rable, pious, and wise
I could not bear to shame her, so to Palestine I did go
That Crusade was won ere my comp’ny arrived
I remained for the Battle of Ramla and died
The King's sister, my Lady, I prayed she forgave me
My last thoughts were for her and the child in her womb
In this strange land far from home, a life at last worth a poem
My eyes lost the light and I called forth her voice
If only to scold me - lament not my choice
The King’s mother was canonized
Some years after her demise
After many moons ruling all I left behind
My children and my lands
All prospered in her hands
She saw our son crowned ere she went to our Lord
A saint and an angel
King’s daughter
King’s sister
King’s mother
No more
©2016 Robin Lea Fritche