Syon House, and its 200-acre (80 hectare) park, Syon Park, is in west London, historically within the parish of Isleworth, in the county of Middlesex. It belongs to the Duke of Northumberland and is now his family's London residence. The family's traditional central London residence was Northumberland House. The eclectic interior of the house was designed by the architect Robert Adam in the 1760s.
Syon House derives its name from Syon Abbey, a medieval monastery of the Bridgettine Order, founded in 1415 on a nearby site by King Henry V. The Abbey moved to the site now occupied by Syon House in 1431. It was one of the wealthiest nunneries in the country and a local legend recalls that the monks of Sheen had a Ley tunnel running to the nunnery at Syon. In 1539, the abbey was closed by royal agents during the Dissolution of the Monasteries and the monastic community was expelled.
In 1541 and part of the following year, Henry VIII's fifth wife, Catherine Howard, was brought to Syon for her long imprisonment. In February 1542, she was taken to the Tower of London and executed on charges of adultery. Five years later when King Henry VIII died, his coffin was brought to Syon on its way to be buried in Windsor.
Two rocks, a hammer
and some chains to
tie my hands
Two boots, the dirt, some food
some land to
dig it in
I cut the wood
tear down
build up for
moving in
A hole, the mud, a pipe
look out I'm
getting in
Wash your hands and clean the floor
Get some money for the store
Move the papers on your desk
Breathe some air into your head
Pop the bubble
concrete feet will
hold you here
Fall in the lake
then go fishing
Little Bear
Rest your bones
upon the seashore
Salt tears
I'll trade
this lucky key
the next time
you are near
Stop that buzzing over there
Stretch your bones and wash your hair
Change your strings
Dust your wings
Sing a song
Sharpen your sting
There's a baby in the bucket
of my eye
Plastic dolls holding Mary
will be enough
There are mermaids
they can't follow
on the shore
There are hermits
wet from swimming
drying off
Call the plastic wooden doves
Give them wings and they'll fly off
Lucky ones will get away
Smoking signals