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The Death of Queen Jane ¿©¿Õ Á¦ÀÎÀÇ Á×À½
Queen Jane lay in labor full nine days or more
'Til her women grew so tired, they could no longer there
They could no longer there
"Good women, good women, good women that you may 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 can never be
We will call on King Henry and hear what he may say
And hear what he may say"
King Henry was sent for, King Henry he did come
Saying, "What does ail you 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?
Will you open my right side and find my baby
And find my baby"
"Oh no, cried King Henry, "That's a thing that i can never do
If I lose the flower of England, I shall lose the branch too
I shall lose the branch too"
There was fiddling, aye, and dancing on the day the babe was born
But poor Queen Jane beloved lay cold as a stone
Lay cold as a stone
Shoals of Herring û¾î¶¼
Oh, it was a fine and a pleasant day
Out of Yarmouth harbour I was faring
As a cabin boy on a sailing lugger
For to hunt the bonny shoals of herring
Now you're up on deck, you're a fisherman
You can swear and show a manly bearing
Take your turn on watch with the other fellows
As you hunt the bonny shoals of herring
Well I earned my keep and I paid my way
And I earned the gear that I was wearing
Sailed a million miles, caught ten million fishes
We were dreaming of the shoals of herring
Night and day the seas were daring
Come wind or calm or winter gales
Sweating or cold, growing up, growing old, or dying
As we dream about the shoals of herring
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