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To: mgist
With 'er 'ead...tooked....underneath 'er arm...she walksss..the bloody towahhhh.....
19 posted on 12/19/2003 5:03:33 PM PST by Leroy S. Mort
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To: Leroy S. Mort
LOL!

WITH HER HEAD TUCKED UNDERNEATH HER ARM

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

With her head tucked underneath her arm
She walks the Bloody Tower!
With her head tucked underneath her arm
At the midnight hour.

She comes to haunt King Henry
She means giving him "what for."
Gad Zooks, she's going to tell him off
For having spilt her gore,
And just in case the Headsman
Wants to give her an encore
She has her head tucked underneath her arm!

With her head tucked underneath her arm
She walks the Bloody Tower!
With her head tucked underneath her arm
At the midnight hour.

Along the draughty coridors
For miles and miles she goes,
She often catches cold, poor thing,
It's cold there when it blows,
And it's awf'lly awkward for the Queen
To have to blow her nose
With her head tucked underneath her arm!

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

With her head tucked underneath her arm
She walks the Bloody Tower!
With her head 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 Ars'nal going to win?"
They think it's Alec James
Instead of poor old Anne Boleyn,
With her head tucked underneath her arm.

With her head tucked underneath her arm
She walks the Bloody Tower!
With her head tucked underneath her arm
At the midnight hour.

One night she caught King Henry,
He was in the Canteen Bar.
Said he, "Are you Jane Seymour, Anne Boleyn, or Catherine Parr?
For how the sweet san fairy ann do I know who you are
With your head tucked underneath your arm!"


22 posted on 12/19/2003 5:18:10 PM PST by AnAmericanMother (. . . sed, ut scis, quis homines huiusmodi intellegere potest?. . .)
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To: Leroy S. Mort; will1776
And then of course, just to remove any confusion, there's good old Harry Champion . . .

I'm Henery the Eighth I Am

I have a copy of an old 78 with Champion singing this song, "Any Old Iron", "Cover It Over Quick Jemima", and "Boiled Beef and Carrots". He must have been an acquired taste.

25 posted on 12/19/2003 5:28:21 PM PST by AnAmericanMother (. . . sed, ut scis, quis homines huiusmodi intellegere potest?. . .)
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