king henry viii

Ed Then poor old Jane, went and dropped dead Divorced, beheaded and died Divorced, beheaded, survived I'm Henry the eighth, I had six sorry wives Some might say I ruined their lives Anne of Cleves came at four I fell for the portrait I saw Then laid on her face and cried, "She's a horse! I must have another divorce!" Catherine Howard was five A child of 19, so alive She flirted with others, no way to behave The axe sent young Cath to her grave Catherine Parr, she was last By then all my best day