Up The Duff

I propose a toast to the revivial
Of life in this ole home o' the bitter
Eeveryfinks got a new look t'it
n the drinks all seem ta glitter

I shall 'old up my 'and and admit
I weren't arf tired of the watered down gin
Thrown back down the parched throats
into 'Er Majesty's bin

Up on tha shelf are the 300 bottles to help you
forget (n there usually gon in 3 days!)
Ere's hopin yours will only sweeten
Up Prince Charlies sour old face

Ya did good, bein' tha firs n all
Haggus in a row o' roasts
Hen in a row o' cocks
Dy-dy-dyk...Er in a row o' lamposts

All o' us 'ere at the Queens 'Ead
Fink you'll be bloody good
Fer our kids, our Maj, our 'eritage
and do more than any ovas could

Robyn