Poacher come with his poacher's gun
Out in the woods to shoot someone
"My lord your time has come"
Right between the eyes!
Fell his master not by chance
Away with pomp and circumstance
Come join our merry dance
To the rhythm of goodbye
Farewell the jewel crownFarewell the velvet gownWatch it all come tumbling downGoodbye to the crownGoodbye to the crownGoodbye to the King of Nothing, reallyPost too long. Click here to view the full text.