The Death of Queen Jane

1.

King Henry was sent for
All in the time of her need;
King Henry he came
In the time of her need.

2.

King Henry he stooped
And kissed her on the lips.
— What's the matter with my flower,
Makes her eyes look so red? —

3.

— King Henry, King Henry,
Will you take me to be,
To pierce my side open
And save my baby? —

4.

— O no, Queen Jane,
Such thing never shall be,
To lose my sweet flower
For to save my baby. —

5.

Queen Jane she turned over
And fell in a swound;
Her side were pierced
And her baby was found.

6.

How bright was the mourning,
How yellow were the bed,
How costly was the shroud
Queen Jane were wrapped in.

7.

There's six followed after
And six carried her along;
King Henry he followed
With his black mourning on.

8.

King Henry he wept
And wrung his hands till they're sore.
The flower of England
Shall never be no more.
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