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Thread #166828 Message #4188204
Posted By: The Og
01-Oct-23 - 06:27 PM
Thread Name: British supernatural folk-songs...?
Subject: Lyr Add: WITH 'ER 'EAD TUCKED UNDERNEATH 'ER ARM
Not a folk song - 1934 lyrics by R P Weston and Bert Lee, music by Harris Weston - but a good number..
With Her Head Tucked Underneath Her Arm
In the tower of London, large as life The ghost of Anne Bolyn walks, they declare Poor Anne Bolyn 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 Gadzooks, she's going to tell him off for having spilled 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 corridors, for miles and miles she goes She often catches cold, poor thing It's cold there when it blows And it's awfully 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 gals and pals and ghostly crew The headsman craves the joint and cuts the bread Then in comes Anne Bolyn 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 Ann 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 Bolyn, or Katherine Parr? For how the sweet san fairy ann do I know who you are With your head tucked underneath your arm?"