With Her Head Tucked Underneath Her Arm

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[Verse 1]

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In the Tower of London large as life
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The ghost of Anne Boleyn walks, they declare
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Poor Anne Boleyn was once King Henry’s wife
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Until he made the headsman bob her hair
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Ah yes, he did her wrong long years ago
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And she comes up at night to tell him so.


[Chorus]

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With her head tucked underneath her arm she walks the bloody Tower
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With her head tucked underneath her arm at the midnight hour.


[Verse 2]

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She comes to haunt King Henry; she means giving him what for
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Gadzooks! She’s going to tell him off.  She’s feeling very sore.
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And just in case the headsman wants to give her an encore,
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She has her head tucked underneath her arm.


[Chorus]

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With her head tucked underneath her arm she walks the bloody Tower
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With her head tucked underneath her arm at the midnight hour.



[Verse 3]

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The sentries think that it’s a football that she carries in
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And when they’ve had a few they shout, “Is Navy going to win?”
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They think that it is Red Grange instead of poor old Anne Boleyn
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With her head tucked underneath her arm.


[Verse 4]

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Sometimes gay King Henry gives a spread
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For all his gals and pals a ghostly crew
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The headsman carves the joint and cuts the bread
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And in walks Anne Boleyn to queer the do.
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She holds her head up with wild war whoop.
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And Henry cries, “Don’t drop it in the soup!”


[Chorus]

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With her head tucked underneath her arm she walks the bloody Tower
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With her head tucked underneath her arm at the midnight hour.


[Verse 5]

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One night she caught King Henry, he was in the canteen bar
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Said he, “Are you Jane Seymour, Anne Boleyn, or Catherine Paar?
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Well! How the sweet san fairy ann do I know who you are?
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With your head tucked underneath your arm.