William Francis, noble lord   His fortune built on sweat and sword   Built an empire tall as a hill   But he don't have fun and he never will   My, my      Sees the world so far below   And though he tries, he'll never know   Friends to greet the breaking of day   And love to pass the night away   My, my      William Francis high and dry   With his paradise denied   My, my      William Francis, lost, alone   A thousand ifs and a heart of stone   He measures his life in gain and cost   But he'll never add up the world he lost   My, my      William Francis works us hard   But we'll dance all the way to the knacker's yard   He cannot laugh and he cannot cry   'Cos William Francis is cold inside   My, my      William Francis high and dry   With his paradise denied   My, my