Tannakin Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

Oh, tannakin tell me who did you love
Was it Southampton or was it Oxford
Did you fret all alone in burghley house
While he dishonoured you, upon you trounce

Did the dark lady steal your dove away
For how you did suffer everyday
Young bulbecke gone your sadness forever
A grieving so strong, release you never

Lose yourself in a midsummer night's dream
As you did wait upon the fairy queen
Your lot was chosen, pledged to another
For in your life was such tempest weather

A tale of sadness no one does whisper
As tannakin lies in great westminster