{t:With Her Head Tucked Underneath Her Arm}
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[Am]In the Tower of London large as [E7]life,
The ghost of Anne Boleyn walks they de-[Am]clare.
Poor Anne Boleyn was once King Henry’s [E7]wife,
Until he made the headsman bob her [Am]hair.
Ah, [Dm]yes, he did her wrong long years a-[Am]go,
And [B7]she comes up at night to tell him [E7]so…
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With her [Am]head, tucked, underneath her arm,
She walks the bloody [E7]Tower,
With her [Dm]head, tucked, [Am]underneath her arm,
At the [B7]midnight [E7]hour.
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She [Am]comes to haunt King [E7]Henry,
She means [Dm]giving him what [E7]for,
Gad-[Am]zooks, she’s going to [E7]tell him off
For [Dm]having spilled her [E7]gore,
And [Dm]just in case the headsman wants to [Am]give her an encore,
She has her [E7]head tucked underneath her [Am]arm.
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[Am]Sometimes gay King Henry gives a [E7]spread,
For all his pals and gals and ghostly [Am]crew,
The headsman carves the joint and cuts the [E7]bread,
Then in comes Anne Boleyn to queer the [Am]do,
She [Dm]holds her head up with a wild war [Am]whoop,
And [B7]Henry cries, “Don’t drop it in the [E7]soup!’
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With her [Am]head, tucked, underneath her arm,
She walks the bloody [E7]Tower,
With her [Dm]head, tucked, [Am]underneath her arm,
At the [B7]midnight [E7]hour.
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One [Am]night she caught King [E7]Henry,
He was [Dm]in the castle [E7]bar,
Said [Am]he, “Are you Jane [E7]Seymour,
Anne Bo-[Dm]leyn, or Catherine [E7]Parr?
[Dm]How the heck am I supposed to [Am]know just who you are,
With your [E7]head tucked underneath your [Am]arm?”
A-[Am]long the drafty [E7]corridors
For [Dm]miles and miles she [E7]goes,
She [Am]often catches [E7]cold, poor thing,
It’s [Dm]cold there when it [E7]blows,
And it’s [Dm]awfully awkward for the Queen
To [Am]have to blow her nose,
With her [E7]head tucked underneath her [Am]arm.
With her [E7]head tucked, head tucked, underneath her [Am]arm.
