British Things Lyrics - Singles - Horrible Histories

I love to be a British queen 

I am Victoria, you see 

Now where's my British butler 

With my British cup of tea? 

Tea is not from Britain, ma'am 

From India it was brought 

Yes, for your cuppa, thousands died 

And many wars were fought 

British things, my British things 

It seems that tea is not 

British things, my British things 

Can I sweeten it a jot? 

Do tell me sugar's British though 

No, it's Caribbean imported 

For sugar in your cup of tea 

Slavery's been supported 

I know it's wrong, your majesty 

But slaves in Africa 

Worked hard in fields of sugar cane 

To sweeten up your char 

British things, ah British things 

I thought that there were many 

British things, ah British things 

Afraid there's hardly any 

You know your British cotton vest 

What's wrong with it? Explain! 

The cotton's from America 

And picked by... slaves again! 

Your empire's built on fighting wars 

That's how your income's swollen 

Your British things are from abroad 

And most are frankly stolen 

Whatever next? Go on! Pray tell! 

Our British queen is foreign as well? 

It's true, I am of foreign descent 

And your husband, Albert? A German gent! 

At least I've got a British name 

Victoria's Latin... that's a shame! 

British things, ah British things 

There are none, we declare 

All our favourite British things 

Seem to come from elsewhere!