With Her Head Tucked Underneath Her Arm

(album: Sold Out - 1960)

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. She's feeling very sore
And just in case the headsman wants to give her an encore, she's 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

The sentries think that it's a football that she carries in and when they had a few they shout, "Is Army going to win?"
They that it's Red Grange instead of poor old Ann Bolyn with her head tucked underneath her arm

Sometimes gay King Henry gives a spread for all his pals and gals 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

One night she caught King Henry, he was in the canteen bar
Said he, "Are you Jane Seymour, Anne Bolyn, or Katherine Parr?
How the sweet san perryann do I know who you are with your head tucked underneath your arm?"