Horrible Histories - British Things Lyrics
I love to be a British queenI am Victoria, you seeNow where's my British butlerWith my British cup of tea?Tea is not from Britain, ma'amFrom India it was broughtYes, for your cuppa, thousands diedAnd many wars were foughtBritish things, my British thingsIt seems that tea is notBritish things, my British thingsCan I sweeten it a jot?Do tell me sugar's British thoughNo, it's Caribbean importedFor sugar in your cup of teaSlavery's been supportedI know it's wrong, your majestyBut slaves in AfricaWorked hard in fields of sugar caneTo sweeten up your charBritish things, ah British thingsI thought that there were manyBritish things, ah British thingsAfraid there's hardly anyYou know your British cotton vestWhat's wrong with it? Explain! The cotton's from AmericaAnd picked by... slaves again! Your empire's built on fighting warsThat's how your income's swollenYour British things are from abroadAnd most are frankly stolenWhatever next? Go on! Pray tell! Our British queen is foreign as well?It's true, I am of foreign descentAnd your husband, Albert? A German gent! At least I've got a British nameVictoria's Latin... that's a shame! British things, ah British thingsThere are none, we declareAll our favourite British thingsSeem to come from elsewhere!
