| Song | William Francis |
| Artist | Chumbawamba |
| Album | Singsong and a Scrap |
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| 作曲 : Abbott, Chumbawamba ... | |
| 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 high and dry | |
| With his paradise denied | |
| My, my William | |
| Francis, master of all | |
| But none to catch him when he falls | |
| He works us long and he works us hard | |
| But we'll dance all the way to the knacker's yard | |
| My, my William | |
| Francis high and dry | |
| With his paradise denied | |
| My, my |
| zuo qu : Abbott, Chumbawamba ... | |
| 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 high and dry | |
| With his paradise denied | |
| My, my William | |
| Francis, master of all | |
| But none to catch him when he falls | |
| He works us long and he works us hard | |
| But we' ll dance all the way to the knacker' s yard | |
| My, my William | |
| Francis high and dry | |
| With his paradise denied | |
| My, my |
| zuò qǔ : Abbott, Chumbawamba ... | |
| 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 high and dry | |
| With his paradise denied | |
| My, my William | |
| Francis, master of all | |
| But none to catch him when he falls | |
| He works us long and he works us hard | |
| But we' ll dance all the way to the knacker' s yard | |
| My, my William | |
| Francis high and dry | |
| With his paradise denied | |
| My, my |