'I protest,' she said,
'You accuse me unjustly -
I did you no wrong.'
He would not listen,
His heart was engaged elsewhere -
He wanted her gone.
She wept and pleaded -
He scorned her and turned away.
Her fate was thus sealed.
He showed her mercy
And allowed her a French sword
To strike off her head.
So Henry moved on -
His Jane bore him Prince Edward.
Anne was forgotten.
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