Everybody sung in my family.

My love for you is immeasurable, my respect for you immense. You're ageless, timeless, lace and fineness, you're beauty and elegance.

Brewing a good cuppa is something not everyone can do, and I loathe bad tea.

You can be with one of the most beautiful women in the world and still be unhappy.

All I needed was a friend to lend a guiding hand. But you turned into a lover, and mother what a lover, you wore me out.

I woke up in a barnyard when I heard a farmer shout. Get away, boy, from my daughter, then a shot gun rang out.

I do feel a certain love from the British public.