England my England
Goodbye to my England, So long my old friend
Your days are numbered, being brought to an end
To be Scottish, Irish or Welsh that's fine
But don't say you're English, that's way out of line.
The French and the Germans may call themselves such
So may Norwegians, the Swedes and the Dutch
You can say you are Russian or maybe a Dane
But don't say you're English ever again.
At Broadcasting House the word is taboo
In Brussels it's scrapped, in Parliament too
Even schools are affected, staff do as they're told
They must not teach children about England of old.
Writers like Shakespeare, Milton and Shaw
The pupils don't learn about them anymore
How about Agincourt, Hastings , Arnhem or Mons ?
When England lost hosts of her very brave sons.
We are not Europeans, how can we be?
Europe is miles away, over the sea
We're the English from England, let's all be proud
Stand up and be counted - Shout it out loud !
Let's tell our Government and Brussels too
We're proud of our heritage and the Red, White and Blue
Fly the flag of Saint George or the Union Jack
Let the world know - WE WANT OUR ENGLAND BACK !!!!
Comments
Noble sentiment indeed, however Shaw was, er, Irish, and pretty vocally so on his bad days which were many, and a bloody socialist to boot.
Posted by: comatus | September 14, 2009 2:57 AM
...and nary a rambler nor pikey in sight.
The homeowner has an excellent field of fire, which no doubt explains the shortage.
Posted by: Kim du Toit | September 14, 2009 8:40 PM
Thanks for reminding me that there's an England as I'm stuck here in fascist China where I can't even open this site without an illegal proxy.
Check out my homage to the Mother Country.
Posted by: Keir | October 25, 2009 4:27 AM