Oh! Take me back to dear old Blighty, Put me on the train for London Town, Take me anywhere, Drop me anywhere, Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham But I don’t care, I should like to see my… I don’t bless them Farewell to this land’s cheerless marshes Hemmed in like a boar between arches Her very Lowness with a head in a sling I’m truly sorry – but it sounds like a wonderful thing I said Charles, don’t you ever crave To appear on the front of the Daily Mail Dressed in your Mother’s bridal veil? Oh… And so, I checked […]
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