Queen Jane lay in labour Full nine days or more 'Til 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