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The Statley Homes Of England
Noël Coward
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Lord Elderly, Lord Boromir, Lord Sickert and Lord Kemp
With every virtue, every grace
Ah, what avails the sceptered race?
Here you see the four of us
And there are so many more of us
Eldest sons that must succeed
We know how Caesar conquered Gaul
And how to whack a cricket ball
Apart from this our education
Lacks coordination
Though we're young and tentative
And rather representative
Scions of a noble breed
We are the products of those homes serene and stately
That only lately
Seem to have run to seed
The stately homes of England
How beautiful they stand
To prove the upper classes
Have still the upper hand
Though the fact that they have to be rebuilt
And frequently mortgaged to the hilt
Is inclined to take the guilt
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 though if the Vandycks have to go
And we pawn the Bechstein brand
We'll stand by the stately homes of England
Here you see the pick of us
You may be heartily sick of us
Still with sense we're all imbued
Our homes command extensive views
And with assistance from the Jews
We have been able to dispose of
Rows and rows and rows of
Gainsboroughs and Lawrences
Some sporting prints of Aunt Florence's
Some of which were rather rude
Although we sometimes flaunt our family conventions
Our good intentions
Mustn't be misconstrued
The stately homes of England
We proudly represent
We only keep them up for Americans to rent
Though the pipes that supply the bathroom burst
And the lavatory 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 renown
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
Though rather in the lurch
Provide a lot of chances
For psychical research
There's the ghost of a crazy younger son
Who murdered in 1351
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 walled up in the west wing
In 1428
If anyone spots the Queen of Scots
In a hand-embroidered shroud
We're proud of the stately homes of England