THE DEATH OF QUEEN JANE
Queen Jane, O! Queen Jane, O!
What a lady was she;
And she was in labour
Six weeks and a' day:
Queen Jane was in labour
For six weeks or more,
Till the women grew weary
And fain would give oer.
"O women, O women,
Good wives if ye be,
Go send for King Henry,
And bring him to me!"
(distan, distinguish.)
King Henry was sent for,
And to her he came.
"Dear lady! fair lady!
Your eyes they look dim."
King Henry came to her,
He came in all speed,
In a gown of red velvet
From heel to the head;
"King Henry, King Henry,
If kind you will be,
Send for a good doctor,
And let him come unto me!"
The doctor was sent for,
He came with all speed,
In a gown of black velvet
From heel to the head;
The doctor was sent for,
And to her he came.
"Dear lady! dear lady!
Your labour's in vain."
"Dear doctor! dear doctor!
Will you do this for me;
O open up my right side,
And save my baby."
Then out spake King Henry,
"That never can be;
I'd rather lose the branch than
The top of the tree."
The doctor gave a rich caudle,
The death-sleep slept she,
Then her right side was opened,
And the babe set free.
The babe it was christened,
And put out and nursed,
But the royal Queen Jane
She lay cold in the dust.