| «Can you tell me where my country lies?»
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| Said the unifaun to his true love’s eyes
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| «It lies with me!» |
| cried the Queen of Maybe
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| For her merchandise, he traded in his prize
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| «Paper late!» |
| cried a voice in the crowd
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| «Old man dies!» |
| The note he left was signed 'Old Father Thames'
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| It seems he’s drowned
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| Selling England by the pound
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| Citizens of Hope & Glory
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| Time goes by, it’s the time of your life
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| Easy now, sit you down
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| Chewing through your Wimpey dreams
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| They eat without a sound
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| Digesting England by the pound
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| Young man says «you are what you eat,» eat well
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| Old man says «you are what you wear,» wear well
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| You know what you are, you don’t give a damn
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| Bursting your belt that is your homemade sham
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| The Captain leads his dance right on through the night
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| Join the dance
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| Follow on 'til the Grail sun sets in the mould
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| Follow on 'til the gold is cold
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| Dancing out with the moonlit knight
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| Knights of the Green Shield stamp and shout
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| There’s a fat old lady outside the saloon
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| Laying out the credit cards she plays Fortune
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| The deck is uneven right from the start
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| And all of their hands are playing apart
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| The Captain leads his dance right on through the night
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| Join the dance
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| Follow on, a Round Table-talking down we go
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| You’re the show, off we go with
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| You play the hobbyhorse
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| I’ll play the fool
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| We’ll tease the bull
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| Ringing round diddle loud, loud diddle round
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| Follow on with a twist of the world we go
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| Follow on 'til the gold is cold
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| Dancing out with the moonlit knight
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| Knights of the Green Shield stamp and shout |