With Her Head Tucked Underneath Her Arm

In the Tower of London large as life (large as life)
 The ghost of Anne Boleyn walks I declare (he declares)
 For Anne Boleyn was once King Henry's wife (King Henry's wife)
 Until he made the axesman bob her head (bob her head)
 Ah, yes, he did her wrong, long years ago (long years ago)
 And, she comes up at night to tell him so (so, so, so)
 With her head (head)
 Tucked (tucked)
 Underneath her arm
 She walks the Bloody Tower
 With her head (head)
 Tucked (tucked)
 Underneath her arm
 At the midnight hour
 She comes to haunt King Henry
 She means to give him 'what for' (what for)
 Gadzook! She's going to tell him off
 For having spilt her gore (her gore)
 And, just in case the axesman
 Wants to give her an encore
 She has her head tucked underneath her arm
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 Sometimes gay King Henry gives a spread (gives a spread)
 For all his pals and gals a ghostly crew (a ghostly crew)
 The axesman carves the joint and cuts the bread (and cuts the bread)
 Then in comes Anne Boleyn to 'queer the do!' (to queer the do)
 She holds her head up with a wild war whoop! (woo, woo, woo)
 And Henry says, "Don't drop it in the soup!" (soup, soup, soup)
 With her head (head)
 Tucked (tucked)
 Underneath her arm
 She walks the Bloody Tower
 With her head (head)
 Tucked (tucked)
 Underneath her arm
 At the midnight hour
 The sentries think that it's a football
 That she carries in
 And when they've had a few they shout
 'Is army going to win?'
 They think that it's Red Grange
 Instead of poor old Anne Boleyn
 With her head tucked underneath her arm
 Along the draughty corridors
 For miles and miles she goes (she goes)
 She often catches cold, poor thing
 It's cold there when it blows (it blows)
 And it's awfully awkward for the Queen
 To have to blow her nose
 With her head tucked underneath her arm
 With her head tucked, head tucked underneath her arm