Could we have our inches back now that Brexit’s here
Pounds and ounces too let me make it clear
Centimetres mean nothing to me
I learned Imperial Measures you see
Twelve inches one foot three feet a yard
They taught us that at school it wasn’t very hard
Gallons and pints and don’t forget quarts
Then there are bushels and pecks and allsorts
Ounces make pounds – pounds make stones
Not those you throw – not those in loans
But farthings and guineas, shillings and pence
We should ignore if we had any sense
Rod pole or perch and yards in a chain
Can we talk about furlongs again
The mile is still with us not gone away
That must mean that it is here to stay