Episode 10
I love to be a British Queen
I am Victoria, you see
Now where's my British butler
With my British cup of tea?
Tea is not from Britain, ma'am
From India, it was brought
Yes, for your cuppa, thousands died
And many wars were fought
British things, my British things
It seems that tea is not
British things, my British things
Can I sweeten it a jot?
Do tell me, sugar's British though
No, it's Caribbean imported
For sugar in your cup of tea
Slavery's been supported
I know it's wrong, your majesty
But slaves in Africa
Worked hard in fields of sugar cane
To sweeten up your char
British things, our British things
I thought that there were many
British things, our British things
Afraid there's hardly any
You know your British cotton vest?
What's wrong with it, explain
The cotton's from America
And picked by slaves again
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
Whatever next? Go on, pray tell
Our British queen is foreign as well
It's true, I am of foreign descent
And your husband, Albert?
A German gent
At least I've got a British name
Victoria's Latin
That's a shame!
British things, British things
There are none, we declare
All our favourite British things
Seem to come from elsewhere
More sugar?
I am Victoria, you see
Now where's my British butler
With my British cup of tea?
Tea is not from Britain, ma'am
From India, it was brought
Yes, for your cuppa, thousands died
And many wars were fought
British things, my British things
It seems that tea is not
British things, my British things
Can I sweeten it a jot?
Do tell me, sugar's British though
No, it's Caribbean imported
For sugar in your cup of tea
Slavery's been supported
I know it's wrong, your majesty
But slaves in Africa
Worked hard in fields of sugar cane
To sweeten up your char
British things, our British things
I thought that there were many
British things, our British things
Afraid there's hardly any
You know your British cotton vest?
What's wrong with it, explain
The cotton's from America
And picked by slaves again
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
Whatever next? Go on, pray tell
Our British queen is foreign as well
It's true, I am of foreign descent
And your husband, Albert?
A German gent
At least I've got a British name
Victoria's Latin
That's a shame!
British things, British things
There are none, we declare
All our favourite British things
Seem to come from elsewhere
More sugar?
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