Oh in the Tower of London large as life The ghost of Anne Bo-leyn walks, they de-clare For Anne Boleyn was once King Henry's wife Un-til he had the axeman bob her hair Oh yes, he done her wrong, long years a-go And she comes back each night to tell him so..
Chorus: With her head tucked underneath her arm She walks the bloody tower With her head tucked underneath her arm At the mid-night hour
She's going to find King Henry, she's giving him what-for Gad-zooks, she's going to tell him off for having spilled her gore And just in case the axeman wants to give her an en-core She's got her head tucked underneath her arm A-long the drafty corridors for miles and miles she goes She sometimes catches cold, poor thing, it's cold there when it blows And it's awfully awkward for the queen when she has to blow her nose..
Bridge: Now sometimes old King Henry throws a spread For all his pals and gals, the ghostly crew The axeman carves the joints and cuts the bread When in walks Anne Bo-leyn to spoil the "do" (Or: "queer") She holds her head up with a wild war whoop And Henry cries, Don't drop it in the soup
One day she found King Henry, he was in the castle bar Are you Jane Seymour, Anne Bo-leyn or Katherine Parr Now how the Hell (Sam Jerry?) am I to know just who you are You got your head tucked underneath your arm
The sentries think that it's a football that she carries in And when they see her, they all shout, Is Army going to win For they think that it's Red Grange instead of poor old Anne Bo-leyn..