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“England and St George”, the cry of the day,

Bring forth the challenge for we will not sway,

This is the time for courage and nerve,

The victory is ours if we do not swerve,

 

The beautiful game makes heroes shine,

Victory is good, victory is fine,

Rise up the standard of our national pride,

Shout England loud and wide,

 

Kiss the cross and Three Lions too,

They are the strength to see us through,

Rise up the Team ready for play,

For this is the Time, This is the day.

 

“England and St George”

 

HAPPY ST GEORGES DAY

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DON’T SAY YOU ARE ENGLISH

 

Goodbye my England, so long old friend

Your days 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 that’s way out of line!

 

The French and the Germans may call themselves such,

 

As may the Norwegians, the Swedes and the Dutch.

You can say you are Russian or maybe a Dane,

But don’t say you are English ever again.

 

At Broadcasting House that word is taboo,

In Brussels they’ve scrapped it, in Parliament too.

Even schools are affected, staff do as they’re told,

They mustn’t teach children about the England of old.

 

Writers like Shakespeare, Milton or Shaw,

Do pupils not learn about them anymore?

How about Agincourt, Hastings or Mons?

Where England lost hosts of her very brave sons.

 

We’re not Europeans, how can we be?

Europe is miles away, over the sea!

We’re English from England let’s all be proud.

Stand up and be counted, shout it out loud!

 

Let’s tell Gordan Brown and Brussels too.

We’re proud of our heritage, not just red, white and blue.

Fly the flag of St. George, not the Union Jack!

Let the World know ENGLAND is back

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Grenoside Sword Dancers are scheduled to dance at Midday in the Town Hall foyer in honour of the day.

 

This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle,

This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,

This other Eden, demi-paradise,

This fortress built by Nature for herself

Against infection and the hand of war,

This happy breed of men, this little world,

This precious stone set in the silver sea,

Which serves it in the office of a wall,

Or as a moat defensive to a house,

Against the envy of less happier lands,

This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England

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DON’T SAY YOU ARE ENGLISH

 

Goodbye my England, so long old friend

Your days 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 that’s way out of line!

 

The French and the Germans may call themselves such,

 

As may the Norwegians, the Swedes and the Dutch.

You can say you are Russian or maybe a Dane,

But don’t say you are English ever again.

 

At Broadcasting House that word is taboo,

In Brussels they’ve scrapped it, in Parliament too.

Even schools are affected, staff do as they’re told,

They mustn’t teach children about the England of old.

 

Writers like Shakespeare, Milton or Shaw,

Do pupils not learn about them anymore?

How about Agincourt, Hastings or Mons?

Where England lost hosts of her very brave sons.

 

We’re not Europeans, how can we be?

Europe is miles away, over the sea!

We’re English from England let’s all be proud.

Stand up and be counted, shout it out loud!

 

Let’s tell Gordan Brown and Brussels too.

We’re proud of our heritage, not just red, white and blue.

Fly the flag of St. George, not the Union Jack!

Let the World know ENGLAND is back

 

:thumbsup: BEAUTIFUL xxxxx

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I vow to thee my country

 

I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above,

Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love:

The love that asks no question, the love that stands the test,

That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best;

The love that never falters, the love that pays the price,

The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice.

 

And there's another country, I've heard of long ago,

Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know;

We may not count her armies, we may not see her King;

Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;

And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase,

And her ways are ways of gentleness and all her paths are peace.

 

I love my country my home my life

x

 

HAPPY ST GEORGES DAY

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