With Her Head Tucked Underneath Her Arm - The Kingston Trio

In the tower of London large as life

The ghost of Anne Boleyn walks they declare

Poor Anne Boleyn 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 Anne Boleyn 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 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

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 Boleyn or Katherine Parr

Oh how the sweet san fairyann do I know who you are with

Your head tucked underneath your arm