Three White Feathers Noël Coward

(Verse 1)
I can't help feeling
Fate's made a fool of me rather
It's placed me where I shouldn't be
And really couldn't be
By rights
We lived at Ealing
Me and my mother and father
I've scaled the social ladder
And I've never had a head for heights
We had a pawnshop on the corner of the street
And Father did a roaring trade
I used to think those rings and necklaces were sweet
Now I wouldn't give them to my maid

(Chorus 1)
I've traveled a long, long way
And the journey hasn't been all jam
I must admit
The Rolls in which I sit
Is one up on the dear old tram
I say to myself each day
In definitely marble halls
Today it may be three white feathers
But yesterday it was three brass balls