William Fitzwilliam went walking in April
With sweet 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
William Fitzwilliam emerged from the arbors
A luminous show such as he'd never seen
And so on to London he lit on his skateboard
Arrived 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 sable
And England's fair princes were snug in their beds
William Fitzwilliam did glide on the Humber
In star silver sneakers among the living and the dead
Don't lose your head to this brooding and raging
Don't give 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
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