When you ail you reassess

Your life with cold criteria

You feel you’re old and life’s a mess

And happiness is but hysteria

But when you pile your blessings high

Well, fit or not, you’re truly glad

A girl whom goldmines wouldn’t buy

And darling daughters – life’s not bad!

My girl goes wandering in Primark

To purchase for me tracksuit bottoms

To wear on holiday – what a lark

If pearls and gold are good, I’ve got ‘em

So my Allie, Cassie, Anna

Girls I raise my cup to you

Were I as famous as Ken Branagh

Without you I’d be always blue 

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