The Death Of Queen Jane (Child No. 170) - Joan Baez

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 coat

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