(traditional)
Queen Jane lay in labor
For six weeks and more
The women grew weary
And the midwife gave o'er
King Henry, he was sent for
On horse back and speed
King Henry came to her
In the time of her need
Oh Henry, good King Henry
If that you do be
Please pierce my side open
And save my baby
Oh no Jane, good Queen Jane
That never could be
I'd lose my sweet flower
To save my baby
Queen Jane she turned over
She fell all in a swoon
Her side was pierced open
And the baby was found
How bright was the morning
How yellow was the moon
How costly the white robes
Queen Jane was wrapped in
King Henry he weeped
He wrung his hands 'til they're sore
The flower of England
Will never be no more
Joan Baez - The Death Of Queen Jane Lyrics
Joan Baez - The Death Of Queen Jane Lyrics
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(traditional)
Queen Jane lay in labor
For six weeks and more
The women grew weary
And the midwife gave o'er
King Henry, he was sent for
On horse back and speed
King Henry came to her
In the time of her need
Oh Henry, good King Henry
If that you do be
Please pierce my side open
And save my baby
Oh no Jane, good Queen Jane
That never could be
I'd lose my sweet flower
To save my baby
Queen Jane she turned over
She fell all in a swoon
Her side was pierced open
And the baby was found
How bright was the morning
How yellow was the moon
How costly the white robes
Queen Jane was wrapped in
King Henry he weeped
He wrung his hands 'til they're sore
The flower of England
Will never be no more
Queen Jane lay in labor
For six weeks and more
The women grew weary
And the midwife gave o'er
King Henry, he was sent for
On horse back and speed
King Henry came to her
In the time of her need
Oh Henry, good King Henry
If that you do be
Please pierce my side open
And save my baby
Oh no Jane, good Queen Jane
That never could be
I'd lose my sweet flower
To save my baby
Queen Jane she turned over
She fell all in a swoon
Her side was pierced open
And the baby was found
How bright was the morning
How yellow was the moon
How costly the white robes
Queen Jane was wrapped in
King Henry he weeped
He wrung his hands 'til they're sore
The flower of England
Will never be no more
