The Highest Pleasure Overjoyed to be an Englishmun, out in the morning sun, I could be almost anyone, but I would never have such fun, I'm missing dear old Blighty, and it's only been a day, Beauty in the green pleasant land, is all I have to say, The highest pleasure known to man, comes as you're through the door, Each and every memory I gather, came with every field I saw, A walk upon the cobbled streets, sends a shiver down my spine, The Beauty of my little white rose, is entrancing and divine,
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