The Singing Scoutmaster: With Her Head Tucked Underneath Her Arm

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AmIn the Tower of London large as E7life,

The ghost of Anne Boleyn walks they de-Amclare.

Poor Anne Boleyn was once King Henry's E7wife,

Until he made the headsman bob her Amhair.

Ah, Dmyes, he did her wrong long years a-Amgo,

And B7she comes up at night to tell him E7so...

With her Amhead, tucked, underneath her arm,

She walks the bloody E7Tower,

With her Dmhead, tucked, Amunderneath her arm,

At the B7midnight E7hour.

She Amcomes to haunt King E7Henry,

She means Dmgiving him what E7for,

Gad-Amzooks, she's going to E7tell him off

For Dmhaving spilled her E7gore,

And Dmjust in case the headsman wants to Amgive her an encore,

She has her E7head tucked underneath her Amarm.

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AmSometimes gay King Henry gives a E7spread,

For all his pals and gals and ghostly Amcrew,

The headsman carves the joint and cuts the E7bread,

Then in comes Anne Boleyn to queer the Amdo,

She Dmholds her head up with a wild war Amwhoop,

And B7Henry cries, "Don't drop it in the E7soup!"

With her Amhead, tucked, underneath her arm,

She walks the bloody E7Tower,

With her Dmhead, tucked, Amunderneath her arm,

At the B7midnight E7hour.

One Amnight she caught King E7Henry,

He was Dmin the castle E7bar,

Said Amhe, "Are you Jane E7Seymour,

Anne Bo-Dmleyn, or Catherine E7Parr?

DmHow the heck am I supposed to Amknow just who you are,

With your E7head tucked underneath your Amarm?"

A-Amlong the drafty E7corridors

For Dmmiles and miles she E7goes,

She Amoften catches E7cold, poor thing,

It's Dmcold there when it E7blows,

And it's Dmawfully awkward for the Queen

To Amhave to blow her nose,

With her E7head tucked underneath her Amarm.

With her E7head tucked, head tucked, underneath her Amarm.