With Her Head Tucked Underneath Her Arm

of London large as life. The ghost of Anne-Boulin walks the declare. For Anne-Boulin was once King Henry's wife, until he met the headsman Baba Hair. Ah yes, ended her rung long years ago. And she comes up at night to tell him so With her head, took underneath her arm. She walks the bloody tower. With her head, took underneath her arm at the midnight hour.

She comes to honking and she means giving him what for Gadsok she's going to tell him of having spilled her gore And just in case the Edsman wants to give her an encore She has the red top underneath her arm As the head jumped underneath her arm, she walked the bloody tower, With the head jumped underneath her arm, at the midnight hour.

Along the drastic corridors for miles and miles she goes, She often touches cold poor thing, it's cold there when it blows, and it's awfully awkward for the queen to have to blow her nose. When that egg took underneath her arm, sometimes gaking and riggies are spread.

For all his cows and pals a ghostly crow. The headsman calves the joint and cuts the bread. Then in comes Anbolinta, we are the do. Holds a head up with a wild wolf, and then recryes.

Don't drop it in the sull... With her head tucked underneath her arm, She walks the bloody tower, With her head tucked Underneath her arm at the midnight hour. The centrist thinks that it's a football that she carries in, And when they've had a They shout his arsenal going to win.

They think it's allic James instead of poor old Anne Boleyn. With that head tucked underneath the head. Tucked underneath the arm. She walks the bloody tower. With the head tucked underneath her arm at the min.