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 And sure the fault which I have done,

I was forced thereunto,

Preserve my life, and punish me

as you think fit to do.

And with these words her lily hands

she wrung full often there,

And down along her comely face,

proceeded many a tear.

But nothing could this furious Oueen

herewith appeased he,

The cup of deadly poison strong,

which she held on her knee.

She gave this comely dame to drink,

who took it from her hand,

And from her bended knees arose,

and on her feet did stand.

When casting up her eyes to heaven,

she did for mercy call,

And drinking up the poison strong,

she lost her life withal.

And when that death thro’ ev'ry limb

had done its greatest spite,

Her chiefest foes could but confess

she was a glorious sight.

Her body then they did entomb,

when life was fled away,

At Woodstock, near to Oxford town,

as may be seen this day.