"While dictators rage and statesmen talk, all Europe dances — to The Lambeth Walk."

Monday, 23 March 2009

A Lament for England

With thanks to Rob Atkinson:


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

As 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 do not 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!!!!


A fine sentiment.

However, all is not lost. After militant Islamists disguised as anti-war protesters disrupted a homecoming parade for British soldiers, several other parades went ahead with huge crowds supporting the troops and not a word of dissent, politically correct or otherwise. Here you can see 150 troops from 9th/12th Royal Lancers (Prince of Wales's) marching through Derby.

With thanks to regular contributor Dr. D for putting me on to this video:

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

There is no such thing as England, only the idea in the minds of a few of a 'perfect', fictional, forever lost Victorian age.

The 1st Earl of Cromer said...

BNP Basher:

You have some points to answer over on the 'Astounding Naivety' thread, if you can.

England doesn't exist, eh? Right.

I hate to break it to you, but neither this country nor the Victorian era are or were fictional.

Buy an atlas and a good history book, you'll be right.