Where is the land we dreamed of?

Where too now, the hopes we bore?

Are we but the “Last of England

Heading for a distant shore?

I knew you once as Titania

Then again as Fanny Price

Mansfield Park’s another suburb

Catherine’s left her Wuthering Heights…

But we are lost

We’re adrift on the sea

We can’t see

Stormy weather

Rain and fog - Oh

I was Peter

You were Wendy

Never-Never land we found

When we heard the air raid siren

We huddled in the Underground

I have been Robin of Locksley

Nelson’s ghost at Trafalgar Square

A Dandy with a green carnation

The Beatles with their tossled hair

Pack a bag

We’ll travel lightly

Wave bye to Dad and old Mum too

Leave the High Street and the Taxis

Come on now

Let’s bid Adieu.

Where is the land we dreamed of?

Where too now, the hopes we bore?

Are we but the “Last of England”

Heading for a distant shore?

I would be King - You would be the Queen - We would rule and reign For -ever more.

(London Bridge is falling…. falling down…London Bridge is falling Darling…

Get out of Town…)