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