The Ninth Day.
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I walk in the company of strangers

How grey the day, even a pale sun has denied me farewell

My mother who placed little value on her faith

My father who renounced my life for his own,

Though I fear his days will be but small.

Our noble queen has a spacious appetite for retribution

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Oh my England, I truly did not desire thy crown

Which was lent for but a few days

Now I can do no more than to meet my death

as such the high office demands of me

Though I fear that my blood will be of little gain.

The dark cloak of bigotry unfurls over our green and pleasant land
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'Lord, into thy hands I commend my spirit.'
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Authors’ note.

The Execution of Lady Jane Grey

February 12 1554, she was 16yrs old
and ruled England for 9 short days.