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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 Heaven,
She did for mercy call,
And drinking up the poison strong,
She lost her life withal.
And when that death thro’ ev’ry 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.
