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

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