Commenting on my last post, Anne of a Thousand Days, Dragonlady (somewhat forgiveably) misquoted some verse representing Anne Boleyn's last words as she prepared to meet her fate at the Tower of London.
Having read the original document, hand-written by Cardinal Wolsey himself, i can inform you that the correct version reads thus:

As Anne approached the chopping block
Her eye's irristably were drawn to the clock,
She sighed and clutched her heaving breast
And seriously thought of her last behest.

Locked in a chest locked, sealed and bound
There eventually to inevitably be found.
A parchment missive delightfully scented
Her last words to dear Henry were vented.

Think of me often, but i played you false
To the stately measures of dance, my pulse
Was raised to it's very exciting heights,
As my beloved trifledreamer turned down the lights.
Sean loved me and played my body, like a zither
Till all thoughts of my once loved Henry did wither.

I have served my Lord and my country
Being the most devoted of Queens,
But that man they lovingly call Seany
Will forever live on in my dreams.

Shedding further light on this matter is an entry dated 1546 in the personal diary of Henry VIII, nearing the end of his days on earth and obviously dwelling on the love of his life.

I toss and turn even unto this day tormented by the certain knowledge that my ill-fated marriage with Queen Anne could have long continued joyous and lusty for us both, had only her under-garments remained beyond the unholy attentions of that man who i cannot bring myself to name...the galling sight of the initials A.A carved into her bedpost being sickening unto my very soul. Alas, she finally felt the wrath of my chopper but his own had already delivered the most telling blow.
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