"Can you tell me where
my country lies?"
said the unifaun to his
true love's eyes.
"It lies with me!"
cried the Queen of Maybe
- for her merchandise,
he traded in his prize.

"Paper late!"
cried a voice in the crowd.
"Old man dies!"
The note he left
was signed 'Old Father Thames'
- it seems he's drowned;
selling England
by the pound.

Citizens of Hope & Glory,
Time goes by -
it's the 'time of your life'.
Easy now,
sit you down.
Chewing through your Wimpey dreams,
they eat
without a sound;
digesting England by the pound.

Young man says
'you are what you eat' - eat well.
Old man says
'you are what you wear' - wear well.
You know what you are,
you don't give a damn;
bursting your belt
that is your homemade sham.
The Captain leads his
dance right on
through the night
- join the dance....
Follow on!
Till the Grail sun sets in the mould.
Follow on! Till the gold is cold.
Dancing out with the moonlit knight,
Knights of the Green Shield
stamp and shout.

There's a fat old lady
outside the saloon;
laying out the credit card
she plays Fortune.
The deck is uneven
right from the start;
and all of their hands
are playing apart.
The Captain leads his
dance right on
through the night
- join the dance....
Follow on!
A Round Table-talking down we go.
You're the show!
Off we go with:
-You play the hobbyhorse,
I'll play the fool.
We'll tease the bull ringing
round & loud,
loud & round.
Follow on!
With a twist of the world we go.
Follow on!
Till the gold is cold.
Dancing out with the moonlit knight,
Knights of the Green Shield
stamp and shout.