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