With Her Head Tucked Underneath Her Arm

In the Tower of London large as life (large as life)
The ghost of Anne Boleyn walks I declare (he declares)
For Anne Boleyn was once King Henry's wife (King Henry's wife)
Until he made the axesman bob her head (bob her head)
Ah, yes, he did her wrong, long years ago (long years ago)
And, she comes up at night to tell him so (so, so, so)

With her head (head)
Tucked (tucked)
Underneath her arm
She walks the Bloody Tower
With her head (head)
Tucked (tucked)
Underneath her arm
At the midnight hour

She comes to haunt King Henry
She means to give him 'what for' (what for)
Gadzook! She's going to tell him off
For having spilt her gore (her gore)
And, just in case the axesman
Wants to give her an encore
She has her head tucked underneath her arm

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

With her head (head)
Tucked (tucked)
Underneath her arm
She walks the Bloody Tower
With her head (head)
Tucked (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 army going to win?'
They think that it's Red Grange
Instead of poor old Anne Boleyn
With her head tucked underneath her arm

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