Nirvana (UK) - Mother England (1973)* | Текст песни

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• Nirvana (UK)
• Mother England (1973)*

Mother England
(Dominic Behan)

Oh, how gentle Mother England when you're getting grey and old,
You'll give freedom to your colonies, the ones you cannot hold.
You'll pose benign and loving, as defender of the weak,
But there's one complaint you'll dodge and feint and never of it speak.

CHORUS:
Oh, you've pains around your Kenya, your Guiana's not so hot;
Your Malaysia's turning cypric, your Rhodes disease has gone to pot.
But you could easily overcome them without calcutting off your kong,
If your duodenal Ulster wasn't quite so wrong.

Wasn't it lovely when Victoria could go riding o'er the Rand
Knowing well that loyal Pretoria was in the best of hands?
She had Disraeli in her pocket, and Prince Albert by the head,
And a fine big strapping Scotsman underneath the bed.
Chorus:

Oh, when King Georgie ruled the waves - our well—loved sailor King,
To think he'd let us be his slaves was enough to make us sing;
And when those I. R. A. guerillas tried to push him from the land
Was he angry? No! sound fellow, he sent over the Black and Tans.
Chorus:

Oh Princess, we apologise, it's not like us at all
To wait till darkness fills the skies and blow out your bedroom wall;
But when the young have ancient memories, or they wouldn't misbehave,
They say it's to do with a hanging or two and a million famine graves!
Chorus:

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