(Weston/Lee/Weston)
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In the tower of London, large as life, the ghost of Anne Bolyn walks they declare.
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Poor Anne Bolyn was once King Henry's wife until he made the headsman bob her hair.
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Ah, yes, he did her wrong long years ago and she comes up at night to tell him so,
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[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.
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She comes to haunt King Henry. She means giving him what for. 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, she's has her head tucked underneath her arm.
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[Chorus]
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The sentries think that it's a football that she carries in and when they had a few they shout, "Is Army going to win?"
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They that it's Red Grange instead of poor old Ann Bolyn with her head tucked underneath her arm.
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Sometimes gay King Henry gives a spread for all his pals and gals and ghostly crew.
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The headsman craves the joint and cuts the bread then in comes Anne Bolyn to queer the do.
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She holds her head up with a wild war whoop and Henry cries, "Don't drop it in the soup!"
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[Chorus]
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One night she caught King Henry, he was in the canteen bar. Said he, "Are you Jane Seymour, Anne Bolyn, or Katherine Parr?
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How the sweet san perryann do I know who you are with your head tucked underneath your arm?"
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With Her Head Tucked Underneath Her Arm
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| The Kingston Trio |
