We have seen better days & worn better hats,
spoken brilliant words to smitten diplomats;
We've paraded down the Strand & dazzled it with style
we've argued for our pound of flesh & won our golden mile.
We have had better courage & won better wars
rescuing dinner parties from old British bores.
We've lit the stove of scandal & helped the flame of love
We have given timid Cupid many a gentle shove.
We've laughed through rain & sung the Season through.
scorning High Society when scorn was due.
London, don't you miss us, exiled out here?
But soon we'll be returning. Milliners beware!
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