Happy St George's Day 06:55 - Apr 23 with 6106 views | urrrrssss | Lord Nelson Bobby Moore Winston Churchill Lions Roar from Flanders Field to Waterloo Dunkirk spirit Shining Through So men of England rise and say Lets Celebrate St George's day God Bless ya | | | | |
Happy St George's Day on 14:22 - Apr 23 with 1295 views | TacticalR |
Happy St George's Day on 14:14 - Apr 23 by TheBlob | What kept you? Another piece from the Grauniad to delight and inform. |
Reading that bloody long piece in the Grauniad! | |
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Happy St George's Day on 22:31 - Apr 23 with 1245 views | TheBlob |
Happy St George's Day on 22:26 - Apr 23 by scot1963 | still here 18Stone - he's got a couple of good years left I reckon and then I'll hightail it out once the dribbling and wipeage start |
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Happy St George's Day on 23:16 - Apr 23 with 1223 views | CiderwithRsie | Now it's been 25 years or more I've roamed this land from shore to shore From Tyne to Tamar, from Severn to Thames From moor to vale, from peak to fen I've played in cafes, pubs and bars I've stood in the street with my own guitar But I'd be richer than all the rest If I had a pound for each request For 'Duelling Banjos', 'American Pie' It's enough to make you cry 'Rule Britannia', or 'Swing low...' Are they the only songs we English know? Seed, bark, flower, fruit They're never gonna grow without their roots Branch, stem, shoot They need roots After the speeches, when the cake's been cut The disco's over and the bar is shut At christening, birthday, wedding or wake What can we sing 'til the morning breaks With the Indians, Asians, Afro-Celts It's in their blood, below their belt They're playing and dancing all night long So what have they got right that we've got wrong? Seed, bark, flower, fruit They're never gonna grow without their roots Branch, stem, shoot They need roots and Haul away boys, let them go Out in the wind and the rain and snow We've lost more than we'll ever know 'Round the rocky shores of England We need roots And a minister said his vision of hell Is three folk singers in a pub near Wells Well, I've got a vision of urban sprawl There's pubs where no-one ever sings at all And everyone stares at a great big screen Overpaid soccer stars, prancing teens Australian soap, American rap Estuary English, baseball caps And we learnt to be ashamed before we walk Of the way we look, of the way we talk But without our stories or our songs How will we know where we come from? I've lost St. George and the Union Jack That's my flag too and I want it back Seed, bark, flower, fruit Never gonna grow without their roots Branch, stem, shoot We need roots Haul away boys, let them go Out in the wind and the rain and snow We've lost more than we'll ever know 'Round the rocky shores of England We need roots... I'd post the you-tube video if I knew how but like old G K I tend to live in the last century | | | |
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