A riotous toast to Queen Victoria

the lighter the better, under the table

black dagger stabs my heart

 

Oh! To be in Anglesea;

so beautiful - 

death, rape, law, sacrifice. The more things change...

 

And still the penny rolls like a sunset

cascading what it simply used to mean.

We worry not, for our lady still holds

the sky whilst she sings.

 

The anxious venture, the calm return.

Run free, like water from a tap

 

The spirit died in this room long before

the priest died.