The butler Henry Baker extinguishes the fires,
whilst Sir Frederick Harold Robinson casually retires.
Another day tomorrow, cries Alan Crayon Steel.
All must be up early to have the morning meal.

The maid comes with decanter and to the butler there
said 'Sir here's what you ordered'.
He said 'no one seems to care '.

It must be good to live in the house of lords.
It must be good to live in the house of lords.

The house is now in darkness before the coming day.
But at five o'clock that morning, the master passed away.
The housemaid drew the curtains and the doctors watched the dawn.
And the brother Bendix sadly watched the gardener mow the lawn.

It must be sad to live in the house of lords.
It must be sad to live in the house of lords.

Grandma Mildred Marshall was pouring out the tea
when she heard about the news of Sir Frederick's tragedy.
The hall is now in sadness and everybody cried
on the banks of Burntley River is where Sir Frederick lies.

It must be sad to live in the house of lords.
It must be sad to live in the house of lords.

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