Oh, to my [bad word] and lord,
Merciful husband,
Nobelest of kings.
Your heart of gold has long since tarnished.
In my champer
What will the morning bring?

Whas 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.

Whas it 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 Howards fate.
 [bad word] within the writings of a letter
Signed and sealed poor Catherine Howards fate...