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The axe was sharp, and heavy as lead, As it touched the neck, off went the head! Whir whir whir whir!
And her costly present she did not rue, Queen Catherine Howard gave me a fee, A chain of gold to die easily: Whir whir whir whir! And the edge since then has been notched and dull. Lifting my axe, I split her skull, As a proud dame should decorously. Salisbury s countess, she would not die Whir whir whir whir! And so quick so true that she felt no pain. The axe it severed it right in twain, Quietly waiting the fatal shock; Queen Anne laid her white throat upon the block,
For I touched her head, and away it flew! Whir whir whir whir!
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