She had been married to an English lord
Nobody is perfect
Petits fours*, big love
The sun of Bromley
And the cloud of the milk
I had debarked a morning in her life
Nobody is safe
Gardener, diplomat
18 years old house
I had conscientiously cultivated your garden
I had some compliments every morning
My'lord was happy
And My'lady thought;
Long live the French! (Encore!)
I had become the friend of the English lord
Nobody is perfect
My radishes, his whiskey
The gossip of Windsor
"My wife also adores you"
She left every night to rejoin me
Nobody is safe
Sealed, discrete words
The games at 4 ocklock*
It is beautiful, the common market
I had conscientiously cultivated your garden
I had compliments every morning
My lord was happy
And Milady thought;
Long live the French! (Encore)
I became myself an English lord
Nobody is perfect
(Fox) hunting, a big speech
The night in Buckingham
Accompanied by my wife
She had made herself come yesterday from Paris
Nobody is perfect
A new garden
18 year old house
To cultivate her lawn (encore)