Wither one rose, and up springs another.
Along comes Lancaster to stand in the shoes...

What must Catherine of Aragon have thought when...
Her husband out of reach on his more masculine...

I saw her at the Yule Ball with hair golden like...
She looked at me in passing, but greeting there...

"Ar doh believe in God no more,"
Said the old man in the hat...

Everyone raise up their glasses again
As we all get into the showbiz game...

The world would be a much happier place
If all those in it were rich...

Each day I miss you more and more.
Your heart was red and has turned black...