Oh, to my dearest ruler 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 true you 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 it my heart that doth betray me
'Cause I loved more than one man?
Truth within the writing of a letter
Signed and sealed poor Catherine Howard's fate
Truth within the writing of a letter
Signed and sealed poor Catherine Howard's fate