Ace of Spades

Ace of Spades

Lost kingdom of Spades
Of ancient land,
Albion
A rare genealogy
Of most traces are gone
Whispers have on occasion 
Spoken of there
Once giants did roam
Old England was where 

Now treasured so high
Myths of rare pedigree
That black suited leaf
The Spades royalty 

These birds of prey
they do search
For a castle to nest
By arranging for marriage
With a sought-after crest 

Yay, first man and woman
Picked from thistles
and thorns
Mark, no sweat
of the brow
If Spades ye are born