Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made By singing 'Oh how wonderful' and sitting in the shade, While better men than we go out, and start their working lives By grubbing weeds from garden paths with broken dinner knives.
Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made By singing 'Oh how wonderful' and sitting in the shade, While better men than we go out, and start their working lives By grubbing weeds from garden paths with broken dinner knives.
Never again will I spend another winter in this accursed bucketshop of a refrigerator called England.
The coastwise lights of England watch the ships of England go
If England was what England seems, And not the England of our dreams But only putty, brass, and paint, Ow wed chuck er but she aint.
What stands if Freedom fail What dies of England live.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories