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 William Fitzwilliam sought 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

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

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

The Howards and the Seymours, the Poles and Boleyns

The Tudors and the Fitzroys, the Poles and Boleyns