| 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! |
| till the grail sun sets in the mould
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| Follow on! |
| till 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!
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| Off we go with — 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 & loud, loud & round
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| Follow on! |
| with a twist of the world we go
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| Follow on! |
| till 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 |