作词 : Katharine Neil
 作曲 : Andrea Boccadoro
Sybil Fortescue
Always has what’s new
Far ahead of her friends
She oft gets her hands
On goods from foreign lands
That Captain Fortescue sends
Sybil's a fine host
Of this she will oft boast
She loves to entertain
Though hard she does try
Her dinners go awry
Ending in tears and shame
Sybil is not blessed
For when she tries her best
'Tis then she does her worst
From being over-dressed
To poisoning her guests
Ambitions are her curse
An explorer's wife
Cannot share his life
She is left all alone
Whilst he is at sea
In a way, so's she
Going overboard at home
From a rich lady
What is charity
But a necessary ruse?
'Tis the job of wives
To draw away our eyes
From how riches are accrued
All this energy
For dinners and parties
That never go to plan
Say, can you conceive
Of what could be achieved
If Sybil Fortescue were a man?