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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.

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Queen Jeanie

THE DEATH OF QUEEN JANE—E

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Macmath MS., p. 68. “From my aunt, Miss Jane Webster, 1886-1887. She learned it at Airds of Kells, Kirkcud-brightshire, over fifty years ago, from the singing of James Smith.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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