I run my home precisely on schedule At 6:01, I march through my door My slippers, sherry and pipe are due at 6:02 Consistent is the life I lead It's grand to be an Englishman in 1910 King Edward's on the throne It's the Age of Men I'm the lord of my castle The sovereign, the liege I treat my subjects, servants, children, wife With a firm but gentle hand Noblesse oblige It's 6:03, and the heirs to my dominion Are scrubbed and tubbed and adequately fed And so I'll pat them on the head and send them off to bed Ah, lordly is the life I lead A British nanny must be a general The future empire lies within her hands And so the person that we need to mold the breed Is a nanny who can give commands A British bank is run with precision A British home requires nothing less Tradition, discipline and rules must be the tools Without them: disorder, catastrophe, anarchy In short, you have a ghastly mess |
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