Im Henery Eighth song lyrics 
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I'M HENERY THE EIGHTH I AM A MUSICAL HALL SONG 
You don't know what you're looking at; now have a look me! I'm a bit of a nob, I am, belong to Royaltee. 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-hooray!" Said IGet down upon your knees it's Coronation Day!" 
I'm Henery the Eighth, I am! Henery the Eighth I am! I am! I got married to the widow next door, She'd 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 they own; Surrounded by my subjects, I was sitting on the throne. Out came the pot-man, saying,Go on, home to bed!" Said I,Now say another word and off'll go your head!" 
I'm Henery the Eighth, I am! Henery the Eighth I am! I am! I got married to the widow next door, She'd 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. 
Now at the Waxwork Exhibition not so long ago I was sitting among the kings, I made a lovely show. To good old Queen Elizabeth, I shoutedWotcher Liz!" While people poked my ribs and said,I wonder who this is!" One said ,It's Charlie Peace!" and then I got the spike. I shoutedShow yer ignorance!" as waxy as you like. 
I'm Henery the Eighth, I am! Henery the Eighth I am! I am! I got married to the widow next door, She'd 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. The undertaker called and to the wife I heard him say, 
Have you got any orders, mum? We're rather slack today! I packed up all your other seven for the golden gates; 
Let's have a pound upon account for Henery the Eighth." But when he measured me with half a yard of string, I dropped upon my marrow bones and sangGod save the King! 
I'm Henery the Eighth, I am! Henery the Eighth I am! I am! I got married to the widow next door, She'd 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. 
Written and Composed by Fred Murray and R. P. Weston in 1910.