House of Lords
It must be good to live in the house of lords
The butler Henry Baker extinguishes the fires
Whilst Sir Frederick Harold Robinson casually retires
"Another day tomorrow" cries Alan Crayon Steel
All must be up early to have the morning meal
It must be good to live in the house of lords
The house is now in darkness before the coming day
But at five o'clock that morning, the master passed away
The halls are now in sadness and everybody cries
On the banks of Burntley River is where Sir Frederick lies
It must be sad to live in the house of lords
It must be sad to live in the house of lords
Grandma Mildred Marshall was pouring out the tea
When she heard about the news of Sir Frederick's tragedy
The housemaid drew the curtains, the doctors saw the dawn
And the brother Bendix sadly watched the gardener
mow the lawn
It must be sad to live in the house of lords
