William of Hareford is diametrically in reality
By all of us it's understood, he'll never make the noble rake
Theoretically quite opposed
That constitutes a gentleman, an English gentleman
And that pathetic'ly, to all that appertains
That constitutes a gentleman, an English gentleman
To gentle folk

So we face, with grave dubiety, this sad lack

Of pure propriety
He's no sense of High Society, the fellow even
Calls himself a bloke!

He takes his food with a horrid zest, he eats
One half and he wares the rest!
Though it may be true that his blood is blue:
It is nothing like as purple as his language!

He's rough!
He's crude!
He's tough!
He's rude!
By all of us it's understood, he'll never make the noble rake
That constitutes a gentleman, an English gentleman!

We served him peas and they all shot forth to the east and west,
To the south and north!
Then he let one fly and it struck the eye of
Lady Margaret Leicester!
Poor Lady M What a fearful bore, she's never had a pea in
Her eye before!

He's rough!
He's crude!
He's tough!
(Bill - spoken) : More bleedin' chutney!
He's rude!
By all of us it's understood, he'll never make the noble rake
That constitutes a gentleman, an English gentleman
That constitutes a gentleman, an English gentleman