Two more Halloween songs

These were both requested in the "Rise Up Singing" class I lead on Thursday nights (it's a songbook published by SingOut magazine).

Ann Boleyn R.P.Weston and Bert Lee, 1934 In the Tower of London, large as life, The ghost of Ann Boleyn walks, they declare. Poor Ann 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', Gad Zooks, she's going to tell him off for having spilt her gore. And just in case the Headsman wants to give her an encore She has her head tucked underneath her arm! Along the draughty corridors for miles and miles she goes, She often catches cold, poor thing, it's cold there when it blows, And it's awfully awkward for the Queen to have to blow her nose With her head tucked underneath her arm! Sometimes gay King Henry gives a spread For all his pals and gals - a ghostly crew. The headsman carves the joint and cuts the bread, Then in comes Ann 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!' The sentries think that it's a football that she carries in, And when they've had a few they shout 'Is Ars'nal going to win?' They think it's Alec James, instead of poor old Ann Boleyn With her head tucked underneath her arm! One night she caught King Henry, he was in the Canteen Bar. Said he 'Are you Jane Seymour, Ann Boleyn or Cath'rine Parr? For how the sweet san fairy ann do I know who you are With your head tucked underneath your arm!'

When they mentioned this next song, I remembered I used to hear it when Zed was little - he had a friend who could chant all these words in perfect rhythm, eerily and tunelessly. Over and over again. Zort of like a zombie...

Zombie Jamboree C.E. Mauge, Jr. Well, now, back to back, belly to belly Well I don't give a damn 'cause it doesn't matter really Back to back, belly to belly at the Zombie Jamboree Zombie Jamboree took place in a New York cemetery Zombie Jamboree took place in Long Island cemetery Zombies from all parts of the island Some of them are great Calypsonians Hey, since the season was Carnivale They got together in Bacchanal One female zombie wouldn't behave She say she want me for a slave In the one hand she's holding a quart of wine In the other she's pointin' that she'll be mine Now believe me folks, yes I had to run Husband of a zombie ain't no fun I says "Oh, no my turtle dove, That old bag of bones I cannot love" Right then and there she raise a fit "I'm a-going to get you now, my sweet, I'm gonna make you call me Sweetie Pie" I says "Oh, no, get back-you lie" I may be lyin' but you will see After you kiss this dead zomb-ie No, I've never seen such a horror in me life Can you imagine me with a zombie wife?

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