LYRICS:

Is this a fair trial or just a mockery?

I am Queen Mary with no escape from your trickery

No lawyer to depend on or witnesses to defend me.

Your honour, I killed no-one

You expect me to confess that I’d bump of old Queen Bess.

Treason, I call Walsingham

Lord Altrincham, ‘cos these letters are fakes.

Phoney, you’re going down

I can prove they’re real

And I was Queen of Scotland once you clown.

Please do not carry one, you’re guilty now admit it.

Mary’s refusing to admit her guilt

What a shock, what a shame, what a complete an utter scandal

Babington says Queen Bess, you never done in.

To the scaffold, to the scaffold, to the scaffold, to the scaffold, to the scaffold 

she must go.

I’m Queen, you’re vile, I demand a fair trial.

Goodness gracious, is that the time already?

Don’t spare the horses, time to go home.

If she’s guilty then I must sentence her to die

But that would make me a killer queen, so I

Scary, don’t want to do this Mary

Not gonna get out, of signing her death warranty.

Her death really matters,

She made me enemies…

Her death really matters to me.

(That’s not how my wig goes).