Ballad Of Anne Boleyn (R.L. Weston and Bert Lee.)
Dm In the Tower of London, large as life, A
The ghost of Anne Boleyn walks, they declare.Dm
For Anne Boleyn was once King Henry's wife, A Until he had the headsman bob her hair. Dm
Oh, Gm yes, he did her wrong long years ago,Dm And E she comes back at night to tell him so. A
With her Dm head A tucked Dm underneath her A arm,
She Dm walks C the bloody F Tower,
With her Gm head tucked Dm underneath her arm,
At the E midnight A hour. (Owwww)
She Dm comes to haunt King A Henry, she means Gm giving him what Dm for
Gadzooks, she's going to A tell him off, for Gm spilling of her Dm gore.
And Gm just in case theheadsman wants to Dm give her an en Bb core,
She has her A head tucked underneath her Dm arm. A Dm
Now sometimes ol' King Henry gives a spread,
For all his pals and gals, a ghastly crew,
The 'eadsman carve the joint and cuts the bread,
When in comes Anne Boleyn to queer the do.
She holds her head up with a wild war whoop,
And Henry cries, "don't drop it in the soup!" Chorus
She walks the endless 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 nderneath her arm.
One night she caught King Henry, he was in the canteen bar,
He said, "Are you Jane Seymour, Anne Boleyn, or Catherine Parr?
Well, how <do you expect me to know who in Hell you> are?
With your head tucked underneath your arm?
*The above file is this author's own work and
represents his interpretation of this well-known
song. This file may only be used for private study,
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