What a fool I was, what dominated fool To think that you were the Earth and sky What a fool I was, what an elevated fool What a mutton-headed dote was I No, my reverberating friend You are not a beginning and the end There'll be spring every year without you England still will be here 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 taught 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 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 will 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 By George, I really did it, I did it, I did it I said I'd make 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 Eliza you're magnificent