written and performed by
Annette Mills (1940)

  I'm a stately home of England and here I have to stand
In a little pink suburban twixt 'The Odeon' and 'The Grand'
And every man who's lived with me in this country of the free
Has left a little something of his personality.

I'm an old Norman castle with a ruined Tudor wing
Ten architects have had a hand in me
In the days of old Sir Roger, his wife took in a lodger
Who altered all my rooms to fit his key.

That awful man who ruined me in 1894
Did things to my interior I hope he's sorry for
He gave me fifteen little bastions and a Warsaw corridor
They've all had a hand in the castle.

I'm an old Norman castle with sandbags round my front
On which ancestral ghosts all bark their shins
So very little heracy committed on my terraces
This blackout hides a multitude of sins.

I've been entertaining soldiers since the year 1065
But concrete in my passages is something new to me

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