With Her Head tucked underneath Her Arm
R. P. Weston and Bert Lee, 1934· Novelty / Silly / Funny Songs · p.456
Am E Am E Am
Now in the Tower of London large as life, the ghost of Anne Boleyn walks, I declare,
E Am
Now Anne Boleyn was once King Henry’s wife,
E Am
until he made the headsman bob her hair
Dm Am Dm E
Oh yes, he did her wrong, long years ago, and she comes back at night to tell him so.
Chorus:
(E) Am Dm Am Dm Am
With her head tucked, underneath her arm, she walks the bloody tower,
Dm Am E Am
With her head tucked, underneath her arm, at the midnight hour
She comes to old King Henry, she’s giving him what-for
She seems to want to tell him off for having spilt her gore,
Oh, and just in case the headsman wants to give her an encore,
She has her head tucked underneath her arm. (Chorus)
Now sometimes old King Henry gives a spread, for all his gals & pals, a ghastly crew,
Now the headsman carves the joint and cuts the bread,
‘Til in comes Anne Boleyn to queer the do.
She holds her head up with a wild war whoop,
And Henry says “Don’t drop it in the soup, the soup, the soup” (Chorus)
She walks the drafty corridors for miles and miles she goes
She often catches cold poor dear, it’s drafty when it blows
And it’s awfully, awfully awkward for the queen to blow her nose,
With her head tucked underneath her arm. (Chorus)
Now sometimes the sentries think she’s hauling ‘round a rugby ball,
When dinner’s done they’ll push the chairs and tables to the wall,
Oh and then they’ll choose up sides and kick the queen around the hall,
With her head tucked underneath her arm. (Chorus)