William Fitzwilliam

William Fitzwilliam went walking in April By the green briar roses on the banks of the Thames When over his kerchief there came such a clamor That Wiliam Fitzwilliam took shelter within But don't lose your head to this rooting and raging Don't lose your heart to the sweetness of sin And don't go out wandering for the ghosts hover round you Of the Howards and the Seymours, the Poles and Boleyns When William Fitzwilliam emerged from his arbor A luminance shone 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 But don't lose your head to this rooting and raging Don't lose your heart to the sweetness of sin And don't go out wandering for the ghosts hover round you Of 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 dead But don't lose your head to this rooting and raging Don't lose your heart to the sweetness of sin And don't go out wandering for the ghosts hover round you Of the Howards and the Seymours, the Poles and Boleyns The Tudors and the Fitzroys, the Poles and Boleyns