The underscore for the episodes of “The Darling Buds of May” set in Brittany with added lyrics and some additional dialogue to place the song in context
Pop: Madame! I beg your pardon, Madamoiselle. Almost didn’t recognise you with the new hair-do.
M.Dupont: ‘Ave you ‘ad a pleasant day?
Pop: Fine. Couple of noggins, spot o’ lunch and a bit of shut-eye. Perfick.
M.Dupont: Mais toute seul?
Pop: Eh? Oh. On my lonesome. Oui. Just the ticket.
M.Dupont: Please, do come in, Milord.
Pop: Thanks, mais non. Just on the way up to Ma as a matter of fact. Bonsoir. (He leaves)
M.Dupont (sung)
He is so disarming
Such a noble smile
Strong, restrained and charming
That’s his style
Soon he will be going
Just an hour or so
Are my feelings showing
Does he know?
Now I can see
How an Englishman can be
A man of the world he’s
A gentleman, mais oui?
Are my feelings showing?
Not a word…
Soon he will be going
My milord
(POP re-appears in his dressing gown)
Pop: It’s me again, pardon.
M.Dupont: Not at all.
Pop: I was on the prowl for a bottle of champagne.
M.Dupont: A celebration?
Pop: No, just a nightcap.
M.Dupont: What kind of champagne do you prefer?
Pop: Any sort – as long as it’s got bubbles.
M.Dupont: A Bollinger ’54, will that suit?
Pop: Perfick! (He leaves but pauses outside her door)
M.Dupont: Champagne for a nightcap! Who can match the panache of the English aristocracy?
Pop (sung)
What a sweet French lady
Living all alone
Must have been a cracker
Long ago
Maybe I can help her
Fan her little flame
She seems to think I’m someone
What’s her game?
To get married again
Too proud to go looking
Her smile hides the pain
Seems to think I’m someone
Not a word
If she wants to think so
I’m a Lord
(POP knocks on her door)
M.Dupont: Oh, it’s you again…
Pop: Sorry, I forgot the glasses.
M.Dupont: How resplendent you are in your robe! When I see you like that, I can imagine you in your other robes – Lord Larkin of Seedcup!
Pop: True Blue! Can I smell lily-of-the-valley?
M.Dupont: Les Muguets! How very clever of you!
(sound of champagne cork)
Pop: A votre sante, Antoinette!
M.Dupont: Parfait, mon Sidney. Or should I say ‘perfick’?
M.Dupont (sung)
Are my feelings showing?
Not a word
Pop (sung)
If she wants to think so
I’m a Lord.
October 1991