Queen Jeanie

" Ye midwives and women-kind, do one thing for me;
Send for my mother, to come and see me."

Her mother was sent for, who came speedilie:
" O Jeanie, Queen Jeanie, are ye gaun to dee?"

" O mother, dear mother, do one thing for me;
O send for King Henry, to come and see me."

King Henry was sent for, who came speedilie:
" O Jeanie, Queen Jeanie, are ye gaun to dee?"

" King Henry, King Henry, do one thing for me;
O send for a doctor, to come and see me."

The doctor was sent for, who came speedilie:
" O Jeanie, Queen Jeanie, are ye gaun to dee?"

" O doctor, oh doctor, do one thing for me;
Open my left side, and let my babe free."

He opened her left side, and then all was oer,
And the best flower in England will flourish no more.
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