They're closing down our sceptred isle

The P.C. freaks have won the day

Our days of elegance and style-

Just memories with which to play

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Our right to rule ourselves has now gone ;

Afraid to speak lest we offend

How have things gone so badly wrong?

Is England coming to an end?

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No discipline; no sense of pride.

Outnumbered by non-English folk.

Our Christian faith they've set aside-

Could this all be a ghastly joke?

Our farming wreaked; our fishing too;

Our coal and steel as rare as gold-

We have to ask the question: "Who

Has let this tale of woe unfold?"

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Have politicians given in

To those who hate our British phlegm?

They live inside a world of spin-

It seem it's down to "us!" and "them".

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So little time to sit and grieve-

Our blessed plot exists no more

If you're the last true Brit to leave

Please dim the lights and lock the door