I'm Henery the Eighth, I Am

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!"

CHORUS: 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!"

CHORUS

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

CHORUS

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!"

CHORUS