William Francis

                                  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 works us hard

But we'll dance all the way to the knacker's yard

He cannot laugh and he cannot cry

'Cause William Francis is cold inside

My, my



William Francis high and dry

With his paradise denied

My, my