You were the Lord High Chancellor
Under the infamous Henry the Eight,
At first you tasted the king’s friendship,
But later on the sovereign’s hate;
You were a right honorable gentleman,
With an intellectually sharp mind,
With courage you stood against the crown,
For, sadly, it was spiritually blind;
So you were put in the Tower of London,
A place that vile criminals dreaded,
You faithfully served the good God first,
Thus, the monarch had you beheaded;
In this world, you bravely battled for truth,
The people, you’d never mislead ‘em,
Now from Heaven you pray for us all,
As the patron of religious freedom.