What a fool I was, what a dominated fool
To think you were the earth and sky
What a fool I was, what an addle-pated fool
What a muddle-headed dolt was I!

No, my reverberating friend -
You are not the beginning and the end

...

There'll be spring every year without you
England still will be hear without you
There'll be fruit on the tree and a shore by the sea
There'll be crumpets and tea without you
Art and music will thrive without you
Somehow Keats will survive without you
And there still will be rain
On that plain down in Spain
Even that will remain without you
I can do
Without you

You dear friend who talk so well
You can go to Hartford, Hereford, and Hampshire!
They can still rule the land without you
Windsor Castle will stand without you
And without much ado,
We can all muddle through without you

Without your pulling it the tide comes in
Without your twirling it the earth can spin
Without your pushing them the clouds roll by
If they can do without you Ducky, so can I

I shall not feel alone without you
I can stand on my own without you
So go back in your shell
I can do bloody well without---

BYYYY GEORGE I really did it
I did it, I did it
I said I'd a woman and indeed I did
I knew that I could do it
I knew it, I knew it
I said I'd make a woman and succeed I did