just_bhafc
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Goodbye to my England - so long my old friend!
Your days, they are numbered, being brought to an end.
To be Scottish, or Irish, or Welsh, that's just fine,
But don't say you're English, 'cause that's way out of line.
The French and the Germans, they may call themselves such,
As may the Norwegians, the Swedes and the Dutch.
You can say that you're Russian, or maybe a Dane,
But don't say you're English, no, not ever again.
At Broadcasting House that word is taboo,
In Brussels they've scrapped it, and Parliament too.
Even in schools the teachers are told,
You mustn't teach children about the England of Old.
Writers like Shakespeare, and Milton, and Shaw,
Do our children learn about them any more?
What of Agincourt, Hastings and Mons?
When She gave up the Her bravest of sons.
We are not Europeans. How on earth can we be?
Europe is miles away; over the sea!
We're the English, from England, so let's all be proud.
Stand up and be counted. - SHOUT IT OUT LOUD.
I've a love for my neighbours, that they'll never deserve,
And their customs and cultures, I'll always observe.
We know the Jocks hate us, and so do the Frogs,
but I won't let my England just go to the dogs.
So let's tell our Government - and Brussels too,
We're proud of our heritage, and the Red, White and Blue.
Fly the flag of St George with the Union Jack.
Let the world be aware - we want our England back.
It doesn't take a scholar or a History Don,
To know that a pendulum swings on & on,
The English have taken about as much as they can,
Just watch us swing back to be heard, man for man.
The wise old historian he knows what's there!
"Let sleeping dogs lie and treat them with care",
'cause if you should rouse them, you'd better take flight,
As the dogs turn to Lions to regain theirs as a right.
Your days, they are numbered, being brought to an end.
To be Scottish, or Irish, or Welsh, that's just fine,
But don't say you're English, 'cause that's way out of line.
The French and the Germans, they may call themselves such,
As may the Norwegians, the Swedes and the Dutch.
You can say that you're Russian, or maybe a Dane,
But don't say you're English, no, not ever again.
At Broadcasting House that word is taboo,
In Brussels they've scrapped it, and Parliament too.
Even in schools the teachers are told,
You mustn't teach children about the England of Old.
Writers like Shakespeare, and Milton, and Shaw,
Do our children learn about them any more?
What of Agincourt, Hastings and Mons?
When She gave up the Her bravest of sons.
We are not Europeans. How on earth can we be?
Europe is miles away; over the sea!
We're the English, from England, so let's all be proud.
Stand up and be counted. - SHOUT IT OUT LOUD.
I've a love for my neighbours, that they'll never deserve,
And their customs and cultures, I'll always observe.
We know the Jocks hate us, and so do the Frogs,
but I won't let my England just go to the dogs.
So let's tell our Government - and Brussels too,
We're proud of our heritage, and the Red, White and Blue.
Fly the flag of St George with the Union Jack.
Let the world be aware - we want our England back.
It doesn't take a scholar or a History Don,
To know that a pendulum swings on & on,
The English have taken about as much as they can,
Just watch us swing back to be heard, man for man.
The wise old historian he knows what's there!
"Let sleeping dogs lie and treat them with care",
'cause if you should rouse them, you'd better take flight,
As the dogs turn to Lions to regain theirs as a right.
