That song never gets stuck in my brain, as my brain gets too distracted thinking about 1) why anyone would marry someone when their seven previous husbands had all died (presumably, given the rarity of divorce at the time) and 2) how confusing it would be having eight husbands with the same name. Any sort of conversation about the past would get confusing, and the emotional crossover of using the same name for multiple different husbands, it would just get weird. I really want the full story of this “widow next door”. There are so many unanswered questions.
I’m afraid the only way to get this worm out of my brain is to share it, so:
IIIII’M ENNERY THE EIGHTH I AM, ENNERY THE EIGHTH I AM I AM
William, William, Henry, Stephen Henry, Richard, John, oi!
🧡 horrible histories! I learnt so much watching them with the kid
I actually memorised that thing in my goddamn 40’s because it’s bloody handy for trivia nights.
I’m ‘er eightf ol’ man named 'enery, 'Enery the eighhf I am!
That song never gets stuck in my brain, as my brain gets too distracted thinking about 1) why anyone would marry someone when their seven previous husbands had all died (presumably, given the rarity of divorce at the time) and 2) how confusing it would be having eight husbands with the same name. Any sort of conversation about the past would get confusing, and the emotional crossover of using the same name for multiple different husbands, it would just get weird. I really want the full story of this “widow next door”. There are so many unanswered questions.