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You don't know who you're looking at; now have a look at me!
I'm a bit of a nob, I am, belong to royalty.
I'll tell you how it came about; I married Widow Burch,
And I was King of England when I toddled out of church.
Outside the people started shouting, "Hip hip hooray!"
Said I "Get down upon your knees 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's 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,
I'm Henery the Eighth I am!
I left the "Duke of Cumberland", a pub up in the town,
Soon with one or two moochers I was holding up the Crown.
I sat upon the bucket that the carmen think their own;
Surrounded by my subjects I was sitting on the throne.
Out came the potman, saying, "Go on, home to bed!"
Said I, "Now say another word and off'll go your head!"
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Now at the Wax-work 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 your 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 packed up number seven for you, for the Golden Gates.
Let's have a pound upon accounts of Henery the Eighth.
Oh, when he measured me with half a yard of string,
I dropped upon me marrowbones and sang "God Save the King."
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