My Queen Mary has no castle,
Or a drawbridge for a front door,
She just lives in a small frame house
Avenues away from moat and shore.
She has no ladies in waiting,
Or guards defending her honor,
My Queen Mary's a merry lady,
A title I placed upon her.
My queen doesn't own a carriage
Or wears jewels putting one to shame.
Village folk may call her Mary,
To me, Queen Mary's her true name.
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