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This England
By Brian Hodgins

Ancient Britons in skins and woad,
Amongst whose ranks the chieftains strode,
Faced the enemy from the sea,
To begin the chapter of England’s history.

Viking long ships from the frozen north,
Onto England’s beaches did pour forth.
Fierce warriors with helmets winged and horned,
Thus another piece of England’s history formed.

Roman legions form Europe came,
To conquer and rule in Caesar’s name,
To spread their culture throughout the land,
This ancient place named Angle-land.

From Gaulle the Norman Conquest came,
To fight and conquer in William’s name.
To add more stitches to England’s tapestry of life,
Of troubles, warfare, fear and strife.

Victoria’s empire ruled the world,
Where’er the union flag unfurled.
Her navies ruled the seas word wide,
Of this we Britons spoke with pride.

On Europe’s blood-soaked, churned up earth,
Did not Tommy Atkins stand and prove his worth?
From Agincourt to Normandy her yeoman rallied to the call,
And year on year the autumn leaves on Tommy’s headstone fall.

But it was all in vain my friends,
It was for absolutely nought,
You fought and died for nothing boys,
For he never gave you a thought.

Each day our hard won liberties erode,
To be handed to the federalists abroad.
A thousand years of history to casually be shorn,
By one who has never his countries uniform worn.

So stand fast Britons once again,
To protect our freedoms in England’s name,
Reject the glory seeking dross,
And stand united under St. George’s cross.

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