Out in the country,
Far from all the soot and noise of the city,
There's a village green.
It's been a long time
Since I last set eyes
on the church with the steeple
Down by the village green.
'Twas there I
met a girl called Daisy
And kissed her by the old oak tree.
Although I
loved my Daisy, I sought fame,
And so I left the village green.
I
miss the village green,
And all the simple people.
I miss the village
green,
The church, the clock, the steeple.
I miss the morning dew, fresh
air and Sunday school.
And now all the houses
Are rare antiquities.
American tourists flock to see the village green.
They snap their
photographs and say "Gawl darn it,
Isn't it a pretty scene?"
And Daisy's
married Tom the grocer boy,
And now he owns a grocery.
I miss the
village green,
And all the simple people.
I miss the village green,
The church, the clock, the steeple.
I miss the morning dew, fresh air
and Sunday school.
And I will return there,
And I'll see Daisy,
And we'll sip tea, laugh,
And talk about the village green.
We will
laugh and talk about the village green.
We are the Village Green Preservation Society
God save Donald Duck,
Vaudeville and Variety
We are the Desperate Dan Appreciation Society
God
save strawberry jam and all the different varieties
Preserving the old ways
from being abused
Protecting the new ways for me and for you
What more can
we do
We are the Draught Beer Preservation Society
God save Mrs. Mopp and
good Old Mother Riley
We are the Custard Pie Appreciation Consortium
God
save the George Cross and all those who were awarded them
We are the Sherlock
Holmes English Speaking Vernacular
Help save Fu Manchu, Moriarty and
Dracula
We are the Office Block Persecution Affinity
God save little
shops, china cups and virginity
We are the Skyscraper condemnation
Affiliate
God save tudor houses, antique tables and billiards
Preserving
the old ways from being abused
Protecting the new ways for me and for
you
What more can we do
God save the Village Green.
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