Oh, to my [bad word] and lord
Merciful husband
Nobelest of kings...
Your heart of gold has long since tarnished
In my chamber
What will the morning bring?
Was it my heart that doth betray me
'Cause I loved more than one man?
Is it [bad word] your wear a wounded spirit?
Pray let me mend it and make our love anew...

Allow me to be your humble servant
Once again, as before...
Are you like the others, so quick to judge?
And for this the queen must fall
What is my heart that doth betray me
'Cause I loved more than one man? [bad word] within the writings of a letter
Signed and sealed poor Catherine Howard's fate... [bad word] within the writings of a letter
Signed and sealed poor Catherine Howard's fate...