Wm. Fitzwilliam

William Fitzwilliam went walking in April

With green briar roses on the banks of the Thames

When over his kerchief, there came such a clamor

That William Fitzwilliam took shelter within

Don't lose your head to this brooding and raging

Don't lose your heart to the sweetness of sin

And don't go out wandering, the ghosts hover around you

The Howards and the Seymours

The Poles and Boleyns

When William Fitzwilliam emerged from his arbor

A luminous show such as he'd never seen

And so on to London he lit on his skateboard

To arrive in a tumult to greet the new queen

Don't lose your head to this brooding and raging

Don't lose your heart to the sweetness of sin

And don't go out wandering, the ghosts hover around you

The Howards and the Seymours

The Poles and Boleyns

As night settled earthly all clad in its sables

And England's fair princes were snug in their beds

William Fitzwilliam will glide on the Humber

In star silver sneakers above the living and the dead

But don’t lose your head to this brooding and raging

Don't lose your heart to the sweetness of sin

And don't go out wandering, the ghosts hover around you

The Howards and the Seymours

The Poles and Boleyns

The Tudors and the FitzRoys

The Poles and Boleyns