Liz Poem by Jesse Wood

Fair maiden with thy skin a milky hue.
Who rul'd kingdom forty years and more.
The church curs'd opposers this thou knew
'Stiny was at thy side praise Him galore.

Thy faith diffr'd but conscience fled thee not
Cancer would take thy Sister to her grave
Thus leaving thee the crown comm'ners all sought
in dreams; but loyal subjects knew it nave,

to seek the emblem rested 'pon thy head.
Although thou had'st suitors thou weren't a wife
Fi'ry passion burn'd like thy hair red.
Queen chaste married to Christ for all thy life

Embroil'd with the French for many year.
Thou keepest loyal subjects safe from fear