England My England

Goodbye to my England, so long my old friend
Your days are numbered, to be brought to an end
To be Scottish, Irish or Welsh
that’s trendy - that's fine
But don't say you're English,
that’s naughty, 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 , no never again.
At Broadcasting House the word is strictly taboo
In Brussels it's scrapped and in Parliament too
Schools are affected - staff do as they're told
Do not teach children about proud England of old.
Writers like Shakespeare, Milton and Shaw
Pupils don't learn about them - never - no more...
How about Agincourt, Hastings, Arnhem or Mons?
England, sadly has always lost hosts of very brave sons.
We are not Europeans- we are English !
So how can we be? Europe is miles away
(thank goodness) -far over the sea
We're the English from England,
Of that let's justly be proud
Stand up everyone and be counted
Go on shout it out loud!
Let's tell our Scots run Government
the Brussels rich beaurocrats too
We are fiercely proud of our heritage
Remember the red, white and blue?
Fly the flag of Saint George proudly 
 and perhaps more often, the Union Jack
Let the world know -
WE WANT OUR ENGLAND BACK !

And you can do it by voting sensibly on 6th. May 2010.
"God bless us all" said Tiny Tim (Christmas Carol. Dickens)