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VIC:
I love to be a British Queen
I am Victoria, you see
Now where's my British butler, with my British cup of tea?
BUT:
Tea is not from Britain, ma'am
From India it was brought,
Yes, for your cup a-thousands died
And many wars were fought.
VIC:
British things, B-British things
It seems that tea is not
BUT:
British things, B-British things
Can I sweeten it a jot?
VIC:
Do tell me sugar's British though?
BUT:
No, it's Carribean imported
For sugar in your cup of tea,
Slavery's been supported
I know it's wrong, your Majesty,
But slaves in Africa,
Work hard in fields of sugar cane,
To sweeten up your char (?)
BOTH:
British things, B-British things,
I thought that there were many,
British things, B-British things,
BUT:
Afraid there's hardly any.
You know your British cotton vest?
VIC:
What's wrong with it, explain?
BUT:
The cotton's from America,
And picked by
VIC:
slaves again,
BUT:
Your empire's built on fighting wars,
That's how your income's swollen,
Your British things are from abroad,
And most are frankly stolen,
BOTH:
British things, B-British things,
I thought that there were many,
British things, B-British things,
It seems there's hardly any.
VIC:
Whatever next? Go on, pray tell,
BUT:
Our British Queen is foreign as well?
VIC:
It's true, I am of foreign descent,
BUT:
And your husband, Albert,
VIC:
A German gent.
At least I've got a British name,
BUT:
Victoria's Latin,
VIC:
That's a shame!
BOTH:
British things, B-British things,
There are none, we declare.
All our favourite British things
Seem to come from elsewhere...

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