The Stately Homes Of England Lyrics

Here you see the four of us,
And there are so many more of us
Eldest sons that must succeed,
We know how Caesar conquer'd Gaul
And how to whack a cricket ball,
Apart from this, our education
Lacks coordination.
Tho' we're young and rather tentative
We're rip-re-presentative,
Scions of a noble breed,
We are the products of those homes serene and stately
Which only lately seems to have run to seed!

The stately homes of England how beautiful they stand,
To prove the upper classes have still the upper hand;
Tho' the fact they have to be rebuilt
And frequently mortgag'd to the hilt
Is inclin'd to take the gilt off the gingerbread,
And certainly damps the fun,
Of the eldest son.
But still we won't be beaten,
We'll scrimp and screw and save,
The playing fields of Eton have made us frightfully
brave
And tho' if the Van Dykes have to go
And we pawn the Bechstein grand
We'll stand by the stately homes of England

The stately homes of England we proudly represent, We only keep them up for Americans to rent.
Tho' the pipes that supply the bathroom burst
And the lavat'ry makes you fear the worst
It was used by Charles the first (quite informally),
And later by George the fourth on a journey north,
The state apartments keep their historical reknown,
It's wiser not to sleep there in case they tumble down;
But still if they ever catch on fire
Which with any luck they might,
We'll fight for the stately homes of England.

The stately homes of England tho' rather in the lurch,
Provide a lot of chances for psychical research
There's a ghost of a crazy younger son,
Who murder'd in thirteen fifty one,
An extremely rowdy nun (who resented it),
And people who come to call
Meet her in the hall.
The baby in the guest wing who crouches by the grate,
Was wall'd up in the west wing in fourteen twenty
eight.
If anyone spots the Queen of Scots in a hand
embroider'd shroud,
We're proud of the stately homes of England.

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