A Wembley Lad

To every ducal palace

    When days were old and slow,

Me and my sister Alice

    By charabanc would go.

My new position such is

    In halls of social fame

That many a duke and duchess

    I know by Christian name

Belvoir, Blenheim, Chatsworth,

    Luncheon, dinner, tea,

And stay the night—ah!—that’s worth

    All the world to me.

And as for sister Alice

    She would not like it here:

She’d be nervous in a palace

    And call the duchess ‘dear’.

So I’m off to the Bath Assembly

    With head and heart held high

But palaceless Alice in Wembley

    Knows how alone go I.