Tom
Boleyn was a
Scotsman born
His shoes was tight, his britches torn
His fly held close by the point of a pin
It makes for speed, says
Tom
Boleyn
Tom
Boleyn,
Tom
Boleyn,
Tom
Boleyn, hi -ho
Tom
Boleyn went a -courtin' one night
The mother and daughter,
they stripped for a fight
A scream that scratched in their na ked skin,
I'll honor you both, says
Tom
Boleyn
Tom
Boleyn,
Tom
Boleyn,
Tom
Boleyn, hi -ho
One night, returning to his journey's end,
he found his wife in bed with a friend.
The weather was cold and the blanket's thin,
and asleep in the middle's his tumbling, tumbling,
tumbling, tumbling high, oh.
Well, went to church just
once in his life
Where they preached against
slaying with another
man's wife
They called it a shame and they called it a
sin
Keep some happy, says
Tom
Boleyn
Tom
Boleyn,
Tom
Boleyn,
Tom
Boleyn, my oh
Now,
Tom
Boleyn had a mangy cur with a racky
And matted fur.
He lay like dead till a bitch come in.
It's
Lazarus risen, says
Tom
Boleyn.
Tom
Boleyn,
Tom
Boleyn,
Tom
Boleyn, hi -ho.
Now
Tom
Boleyn, he needed a coat.
He borrowed a skin from a
neighboring goat.
The horns at his middle he set with a
grin. I wish they was mine, says
Tom
Boleyn.
Tom
Boleyn,
Tom
Boleyn,
Tom
Boleyn, hi -ho!
But the goat's skin itched till
his skin was sore,
He vowed that he wouldn't
wear it no more.
The skinny side out, the woolly side in,
Although bare -ass is
Tom
Boleyn.
Tom
Boleyn,
Tom
Boleyn,
Tom
Boleyn, hi -ho!