Pete's Aquarius

Aquarius
Buried Treasure
Callanish
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McMac
Pardon?
Tattoo
Camera Obscura
High Creagan
The West Highlander
Pot Of Gold
StarVoyagers
Deep Breath
Vulpes Vulgaris
Richard
H.M.S. Belfast
Firing Range
Royal Visit
Crisp and Even
Elizabeth
Great Court
S.T. Barnabas
Runaway
Vengence Weapon No 1
Water Trough
Woolwich Ferry
CloudBusting
Segas
Showing My Age
39 Rue Grande
Nigel Knows
Disco
Not Cricket
It Is Better
Mind How You Go
No Flowers
Ashes to Ashes
R.I.P.
Feminist
The first Elisabeth I knew
Was Mum to me, and wife to Dad.
He called her Cissie, held her tight,
I smiled, and I was glad.

Then, sitting close to liquored box
With fret work like a star,
I heard of George, a gentle King,
And Elizabeth strong in war.

Imagine my surprise at school
To learn that Good Queen Bess,
Queen of all the world,
Lived at Eltham, no less.

With the bombs and sirens gone
My turn to serve my King,
First winter in a blue serge suit
My Country deep in mourning.

But blue skies smiled
On Coronation Day,
Clouds of doves make spiral play,
Joyous cries make steeples sway.

Elisabeth come home again,
Our Palace vibrant and alive,
New Majesty, New Queen,
New Golden Age revive.