I'm Henery the Eighth, I Am

by Fred Murray and R. P. Weston

Alternate lyrics in parentheses are as recorded by Harry Champion.

You don't know who you're lookin' at, now have a (/just you) look at me
I'm a bit of a nob I am, belong to royaltee
I'll tell you how it came (/got) about: I married Widow Burch
And I was King of England when I toddled (/we doddered) out of (/the) church
Outside, the people started shoutin' "Hip-hooray"
Said I "Get (/Go) down upon your knees (/knee) it's Coronation Day!"

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I'm Henery the Eighth, I am
Henery the Eighth I am, I am
I got married to the widow next door
She'd been married seven times before
Everyone was a Henery
She wouldn't have a Willie or a Sam
I'm her eighth old man named Henery
Henery the Eighth I am

I left the Duke of Cumberland, a pub up in the town
Soon with one or two moochers (/monarchs) I was holding up the (/me) crown
Seated on (/I sat upon) the bucket that the carmen think (/what the common call) their own
Surrounded by my (/me) subjects, I was sitting on the throne
Out (/Up) came the potman, saying "Go on home (/he said "Now get off) to bed"
Said I "Now say another word and off'll go your head!"

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Now at the waxwork exhibition not so long ago
I was sitting among the kings, I made a lovely show
To good old Queen Elizabeth, I shouted "Wotcher Liz!"
While people poked my ribs and said "I wonder who this is?"
One said "It's Charley Peace!" and then I got the spike
I shouted "Show yer ignorance!" as waxy as you like

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The undertaker called and to the wife I heard him say
"Have you got any orders mum? We're very slack today
I picked up number seven for ya, for the Golden Gate
Let's have a pound upon account of Henery the eighth"
Oh, when he measured me with half a yard of string
I dropped upon me marrow bones and sang "God Save the King!"

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