William Francis, noble lord His fortune built on sweat and sword Built an empire tall as a hill But he don't have fun and he never will My, my Sees the world so far below And though he tries, he'll never know Friends to greet the breaking of day And love to pass the night away My, my William Francis high and dry With his paradise denied My, my William Francis, lost, alone A thousand ifs and a heart of stone He measures his life in (gain) and cost But he'll never add up the world he lost My, my William Francis high and dry With his paradise denied My, my William Francis works us hard But we'll dance all the way to the knacker's yard He cannot laugh and he cannot cry 'Cos William Francis is cold inside My, my William Francis high and dry With his paradise denied My, my
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