Full nine days or more
Till her women so tired
They could no longer bare
They could no longer bare
Good women, good women
Good women that ye my be
Will you open my right side
And find my baby
And find my baby
Oh no cried the women
That's a thing that never can be
We will send for King Henry
And hear what he might say
And hear what he might say
King Henry was sent for
King Henry he did come
Saying, "What ails thee my lady?
Your eyes they look so dim
Your eyes they look so dim"
King Henry, King Henry
Will you do one thing for me?
That's to open my right side
And find my baby
And find my baby
"Oh no," cried King Henry
"That's a thing that I'll never do
If I lose the flower of England
I shall lose the branch too
I shall lose the branch too
There was fiddling and dancing
On the day the babe was born
But poor Queen Jane of England
Lay cold as the stone
Lay cold as the stone
Queen Jane lay in labor Full nine days or more Till her women so tired They could no longer bare They could no longer bare Good women, good women Good women that ye my be Will you open my right side And find my baby And find my baby Oh no cried the women That's a thing that never can be We will send for King Henry And hear what he might say And hear what he might say King Henry was sent for King Henry he did come Saying, "What ails thee my lady? Your eyes they look so dim Your eyes they look so dim" King Henry, King Henry Will you do one thing for me? That's to open my right side And find my baby And find my baby "Oh no," cried King Henry "That's a thing that I'll never do If I lose the flower of England I shall lose the branch too I shall lose the branch too There was fiddling and dancing On the day the babe was born But poor Queen Jane of England Lay cold as the stone Lay cold as the stone Explain Request ×
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