My dearest friend, you will be so pleased to hear that I've shaken off that man, and believe me dear that Our engagement was no honeymoon at all

You said he was no good, and how right you were I've seen his true colours, and they're a shade of charcoal It's such a sweet reprieve just knowing that I'm free

The cobwebs have given way To the gleaming sun of May Wish you were here today - we miss you at Myristica Hall

(Spoken: Honestly, Celia, I don't know why you keep yourself locked up for so long. Unless you want me to be very cross, you must come to visit me soon!)

Then we can dance, we can dance All the way through the house, we'll dance til we fall down