
With Her Head Tucked Underneath Her Arm
Lyrics by R. P. Weston & Bert Lee; Music by Harris Weston (1934) 
Source: Sheet Music published by Francis, Day & Hunter (1934)

Introduction 
| Dm6  Ddim | Am Em F7  F7  | Am Am Dm E7 | Am |
| Am Am7 Am6 F7  | F7  E | Am Am7 Am6 F7  | F7  E |

   Am                              Dm9 - E7
1. In the Tower of London large as life
    E7                                 Am   F7  - E7
The ghost of Anne Boleyn walks they de-clare
     Am                                E7
Poor Anne Boleyn was once King Henry’s wife.
   E7                               Am
Un-til he made the headsman bob her hair
   Dm              F                  E
Ah yes, he did her wrong long years a-go
    F7              F                 E - E7
And she comes up at night to tell him so

CHORUS:
         Am
With her head, tucked, underneath her arm
    Am               E
She walks the bloody Tower
         Dm           Am
With her head, tucked underneath her arm
       Dm       E7
At the midnight hour

       Am                  Ddim             F7              E
2. She comes to haunt King Henry, she means giving him what for
    Am                    Ddim             F7                 E
Gad-zooks, she’s going to tell him off for having spilled her gore
    Dm                                 Am             Am - Em - F7
And just in case the headsman wants to give her an en-core
            Dm          Gm    A7        Dm – Bb7 
She has her head tucked under-neath her arm. Chorus


     Am              Ddim           F7                 E
3. A-long the drafty corridors for miles and miles she goes
    Am            Ddim                   F7                 E
She often catches cold, poor thing, it’s cold there when it blows.
         Dm                               Am      Em         F7
And it’s awfully awkward for the Queen to have to blow her nose 
         Dm          Gm    A7        Dm – Bb7 
With her head tucked under-neath her arm. Chorus.

       Am                  Ddim             F7               E
4. The sentries think that it’s a foot-ball that she carries in
    Am                 Ddim               F7               E
And when they’ve had a few they shout “Is Ars’nal going to win?”
     Dm               Ddim             Am   Em         F7
They think it’s Alec James, instead of poor old Ann Bo-leyn 
         Dm          Gm    A7        Dm – Bb7 
With her head tucked under-neath her arm. Chorus.

       Am                    Ddim         F7            E
5. One night she caught King Henry he was in the castle bar
     Am                Ddim             F7                 E
Said he, “Are you Jane Seymour, Anne Bo-leyn, or Catherine Parr?”
Dm                    Ddim         Am          Em      F7
For how the sweet san fairy ann do I know just who you are
          Dm          Gm    A7         Dm – Bb7 
With your head tucked under-neath your arm?”

Four Measure Instrumental

   Am                               Dm9 - E7
6. Sometimes gay King Henry gives a spread
                                      Dm – Bb7 - A7
For all his pals and gals and ghostly crew
    Am                                     Ddim
The headsman carves the joint and cuts the bread
                                        Am
Then in comes Anne Boleyn to queer the “do;”
    Dm                F7              Am
She holds her head up with a wild war whoop
    F7                  F              E
And Henry cries, “Don’t drop it in the soup!”
