House of Lords
It must be good to live in the house of lords
The butler Henry Baker extinguishes the firesWhilst Sir Frederick Harold Robinson casually retires"Another day tomorrow" cries Alan Crayon SteelAll 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 dayBut at five o'clock that morning, the master passed awayThe halls are now in sadness and everybody criesOn the banks of Burntley River is where Sir Frederick lies
It must be sad to live in the house of lordsIt must be sad to live in the house of lords
Grandma Mildred Marshall was pouring out the teaWhen she heard about the news of Sir Frederick's tragedyThe housemaid drew the curtains. the doctors saw the dawnAnd the brother Bendix sadly watched the gardenermow the lawn
It must be sad to live in the house of lords