The Stately Homes of England Noël Coward

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(Verse 1)
Lord Elderly, Lord Borrowmere
Lord Sickert and Lord Camp
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 co-ordination

Though we're young and tentative
And rather rip-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

(Chorus 1)
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 gilt
Off the gingerbread
And certainly damps the fun
Of the eldest son