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