The Death of Queen Jane

Queen Jane lies in labour six weeks or more,
Till the women were tired, go see her no more:
‘Oh women, oh women, if women you be,
You 'll send for King Henry, to come and see me.

‘Oh King Henry, King Henry, if King Henry you be,
You 'll send for the doctor, to come and see me:
Oh doctor, oh doctor, if a doctor you be,
You 'll open my right side, and save my baby.’

They churchd her, they chimed her, they dug her her grave,
They buried her body, and christend her babe.
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