Love's Labours Won - President Romana (Original Trock)

A little ditty based on the series 3 episode 'The Shakespeare Code'. In terms of my own historical interests, I much prefer 1499 to 1599, but I do love Shakespeare's work, and this gave me a great chance to combine Shakespeare, Doctor Who, and John Dowland (an Elizabethan composer who wrote rather brilliant stuff -- try 'Come Again').

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If you follow me on Facebook or Tumblr, you'll know I had difficulty deciding whether to pronounce things in RP or Shakespearean OP. I chose RP here (i.e. how I normally speak XD) but I have pronounced 'proved' in a more Shakespearean way to make the rhyme work.

The next song, in theory, should be about 'The Night of the Doctor'. If not, then perhaps something based on 'City of Death'.

Lyrics:

The witches chanteth unheav'nly prayers
And pray love's labours be won,
Thus spake the Time Lord "Carrionite!"
And all evil was undone.

I sing of a man who did come by here
And claim to be Lord of Time,
In this of our Lord the year
Fifteen hundred and ninety nine,
Fifteen hundred and ninety nine.

He didst come with a maiden sweet and dark,
Though not star-cross'd in love,
They had cross'd the stars in their wand'ring bark
As later actions proved,
As later actions proved.

The witches chanteth unheav'nly prayers
And pray love's labours be won,
Thus spake the Time Lord "Carrionite!"
And all evil was undone.

My quill doth not write of its own accord,
Or so one might assume,
A sharp mind is its own reward,
As my night-time writings shew,
As my night-time writings shew.

What are these things of which I spake,
God knoweth, or so I pray.
For the devil's own wenches did come here this night
And command what I should say,
And command what I should say.

The witches chanteth unheav'nly prayers
And pray love's labours be won,
Thus spake the Time Lord "Carrionite!"
And all evil was undone.

So when Judgement Day came and the Globe rose in flames,
The populace screamed and made moan,
I fought with words like Count Roland of fame,
And the witches were sent to a hell of their own,
And the witches were sent to a hell of their own.

The witches chanteth unheav'nly prayers
And pray love's labours be won,
Thus spake the Time Lord "Carrionite!"
And all evil was undone.

(c) Doctor Who belongs to the BBC. This is merely fan music from which I do not profit monetarily. No copyright infringement intended.