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 
Was 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...