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8 And with these words her lily hands,

She rung full often there,

And down along her comely face,

Proceeded many a tear.

But nothing could this furious queen,

Herewith appeased be,

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 heav'n,

She did for mercy call,

And drinking up the poison strong,

She lost her life withal.

And when that death thro' every 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.

FINIS.