Whir—whir—whir—whir!
And he again set the wheel in motion.
Salisbury’s countess, she would not die
As a proud dame should—decorously.
Lifting my axe, I split her skull,
And the edge since then has been notched and dull.
Whir—tvhir—whir—whir!
Queen Catherine Howard gave me a fee,—
A chain of gold—to die easily:
And her costly present she did not rue,