(It's a load of old John Bull)
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Cruel Britannia ruled the waves, Empire
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oiled by toiling slaves. White flag stained
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St.George Cross red, and blues sung for
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the countless dead
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God save brave Johnny Company,
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stiff-upper-lipped he sipped his tea,
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atop a mound of babes he'd killed,
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to keep our nations coffers filled.
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[Chorus]
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Think back and lie of England.
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Conceal the evil we have done.
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Think back and lie of England.
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Fake alibis for Albion
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Meanwhile back on British loam,
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Irish driven from their homes.
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Persecuted Welsh and Scot,
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and robbed them all of all they'd got.
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Bound unto the plough and yoke,
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they broke the backs of honest folk.
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Built a gentlemen's Jerusalem.
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I'm ashamed I share my race with them!
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[Chorus]
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Think back and lie of England.
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Conceal the evil we have done.
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Think back and lie of England.
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Fake alibis for Albion
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So will our future history tell,
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how we've used this country well?
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If you ask me, well I think not,
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unless we watch these bigots rot.
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In poverty the masses drown;
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So raise a Dome in Greenwich town?
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The Cenotaph is strewn with flowers,
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yet arms-deals struck with fascist powers!
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[Chorus]
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Think back and lie of England.
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Conceal the evil we have done.
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Think back and lie of England.
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Fake alibis for Albion
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Think Back And Lie Of England
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