When I Was In England Fair

I spent a glorious New Year's Eve in England, in a quaint little pub downing pint after pint of Guinness with the locals. Since then, New Year's has always been a bit of a let-down.

“When I Was In England Fair”

When I was in England fair

My sorrows I could drown

Within a pint of Guinness dark

Its froth a golden crown

For when I was in England fair

I was of legal age

A status back across the pond

I had yet to assuage

So when I was in England fair

In sparkling purple shoes

My feet skipping on cobbled stone

Down Cambridge avenues

Never have I known a time

As when I was in England fair

Carousing gaily in that pub

Free from worry, free from care

When I was in England fair

It was on New Year's Eve...

And no greater New Year's since

Have I yet to achieve