In the Tower of London, large as life the ghost of Anne Boleyn walks, they declare For Anne Boleyn was once King Henry's wife until he had the axe-man bob her hair Ah yes, he done her wrong long years ago And she comes back each night to tell him so
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With her head tucked underneath her arm she walks the bloody tower. With her head tucked underneath her arm at the midnight hour.
She's gonna find King Henry, she's giving him what for Gadzooks she's gonna tell him off for having spilled her gore And just in case the axe-man wants to give her an encore She's got her head tucked underneath her arm
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Along the drafty corridors, for miles and miles she goes She sometimes catches cold, poor dear, it's chilly when it blows And it's awfully awkward for the queen when she has to blow her nose With her head tucked underneath her arm
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Now sometimes old King Henry throws a spread For all his pals and gals, the ghostly crew The axe-man carves the joints and cuts the bread When in walks Anne Boleyn to spoil the do She holds her head up with a wild war whoop And Henry cries, "Don't drop it in the soup!"
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One day she found King Henry, and he was in the castle bar And he said, "Are you Jane Seymour, Anne Boleyn, or Catherine Parr? "Well how the heck am I supposed to figure who you are, "When you've got your head tucked underneath your arm?"
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