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"::darkshadows::" <bat@cave.org> wrote in
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>
>
> Songs associated with England
>
>
> There are thousands of traditional songs and sayings in England. Many
> of them tell stories about British history. For example, here's one
> about the Great Plague:
>
> Ring a ring o' roses,
> A pocket full of posies,
> Atishoo! Atishoo!
> We all fall down.
>
> The Great Plague was an illness and it killed millions of people in
> Europe in the seventeenth century. One of the signs of the illness was
> a circle of red marks. They looked like roses, and that explains the
> first line of the song. In the second line, "posies" are small bunches
> of flowers. People carried flowers because of the smell of the Plague.
> "A tishoo" is the sound of a sneeze. That was another sign of the
> Plague. Then after a few days people "fell down" or died.
>
>
> Traditional and patriotic songs of England
>
>
> England's most patriotic song is Jerusalem by William Blake.
>
> Jerusalem
>
> And did those feet in ancient time
> Walk upon England's mountains green?
> And was the Holy Lamb of God
> On England's pleasant pastures seen?
> And did the Countenance divine
> Shine forth upon those clouded hills?
> And was Jerusalem builded here,
> Among those dark satanic mills?
>
> Bring me my bow of burning gold,
> Bring me my arrows of desire;
> Bring me my spear! O, clouds unfold!
> Bring me my chariot of fire!
> I will not cease from mental fight,
> Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
> Till we have built Jerusalem
> In England's green and pleasant land.
>
> -- William Blake
>
> Rule Britannia
>
> When Britain first, at Heaven's command
> Arose from out the azure main,
> Arose from, arose from out the azure main;
> This was the charter, the charter of the Land
> And Guardian Angels sang this strain:
>
> Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
> Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves.
> Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
> Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves.
>
> The nations, not so blest as thee,
> Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall,
> Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall;
> While thou shalt flourish great and free,
> The dread and envy of them all.
>
> Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
> Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves.
> Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
> Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves.
>
> Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
> More dreadful from each foreign stroke;
> More dreadful, dreadful from each foreign stroke.
> As the loud blast, the blast that tears the skies
> Serves but to root the native oak.
>
> Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
> Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves.
> Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
> Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves.
>
> Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame;
> All their attempts to bend thee down;
> All their, all their attempts to bend thee down.
> Will but arouse; arouse thy gen'rous flame,
> But work their woe and their renown.
>
> Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
> Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves.
> Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
> Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves.
>
> The Muses still with Freedom found
> Shall to thy happy coast repair;
> Shall to thy happy, happy coast repair.
> Blest isle with matchless, with matchless beauty crown'd,
> And manly hearts to guard the fair.
>
> Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
> Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves.
> Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
> Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves.
>
> -- James Thomson
>
>
>
> Land of Hope and Glory
>
> Dear Land of Hope, thy hope is crowned.
> God make thee mightier yet!
> On Sov'ran brows, beloved, renowned,
> Once more thy crown is set.
> Thine equal laws, by Freedom gained,
> Have ruled thee well and long;
> By Freedom gained, by Truth maintained,
> Thine Empire shall be strong.
>
> Land of Hope and Glory, Mother of the Free,
> How shall we extol thee, who are born of thee?
> Wider still and wider shall thy bounds be set;
> God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet.
>
> Thy fame is ancient as the days,
> As Ocean large and wide:
> A pride that dares, and heeds not praise,
> A stern and silent pride:
> Not that false joy that dreams content
> With what our sires have won;
> The blood a hero sire hath spent
> Still nerves a hero son.
>
> -- A C Benson
>
>
>
> There'll Always Be An England
>
> I give you a toast, ladies and gentlemen.
> I give you a toast, ladies and gentlemen.
> May this fair dear land we love so well
> In dignity and freedom dwell.
> Though worlds may change and go awry
> While there is still one voice to cry - - -
>
> There'll always be an England
> While there's a country lane,
> Wherever there's a cottage small
> Beside a field of grain.
> There'll always be an England
> While there's a busy street,
> Wherever there's a turning wheel,
> A million marching feet.
>
> Red, white and blue; what does it mean to you?
> Surely you're proud, shout it aloud,
> "Britons, awake!"
> The empire too, we can depend on you.
> Freedom remains. These are the chains
> Nothing can break.
>
> There'll always be an England,
> And England shall be free
> If England means as much to you
> As England means to me.
>
> --- Parker & Charles
>
>
>
> White Cliffs of Dover 1942
>
>
> There'll be bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover
> Tomorrow, just you wait and see
> There'll be love and laughter and peace ever after
> Tomorrow when the world is free
>
> (The shepherd will tend his sheep)
> (The valley will bloom again)
> And Jimmy will go to sleep
> In his own little room again
>
> There'll be bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover
> Tomorrow, just you wait and see
>
> <instrumental interlude>
>
> There'll be bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover
>
> -- Nat Burton
>
> It's a long way to Tipperary 1912
>
> One of the most popular anthems sung by soldiers on the way to the
> Western Front during summer 1914, the song was written by Jack Judge
> and Harry Williams some two years earlier in 1912.
>
> It's a long way to Tipperary
>
> Refrain:
> It's a long way to Tipperary,
> It's a long way to go.
> It's a long way to Tipperary
> To the sweetest girl I know.
> Goodbye Piccadilly,
> Farewell Leicester Square,
> It's a long long way to Tipperary,
> But my heart lies there.
>
> Verse 1:
> Up to mighty London came
> An Irish lad one day,
> All the streets were paved with gold,
> So everyone was gay!
> Singing songs of Piccadilly,
> Strand, and Leicester Square,
> 'Til Paddy got excited and
> He shouted to them there:
> Refrain
>
> Verse 2:
> Paddy wrote a letter
> To his Irish Molly O',
> Saying, "Should you not receive it,
> Write and let me know!
> If I make mistakes in "spelling",
> Molly dear", said he,
> " Remember it's the pen, that's bad,
> Don't lay the blame on me".
> Refrain
>
> Verse 3:
> Molly wrote a neat reply
> To Irish Paddy O',
> Saying, "Mike Maloney wants
> To marry me, and so
> Leave the Strand and Piccadilly,
> Or you'll be to blame,
> For love har fairly drove me silly,
> Hoping you're the same!"
> Refrain
>
> From WWI :
> That's the wrong way to tickle Marie,
> That's the wrong way to kiss!
> Don't you know that over here, lad,
> They like it best like this!
> Hooray pour le Francais!
> Farewell, Angleterre!
> We didn't know the way to tickle Marie,
> But we learned how, over there!
> Refrain
>
> Jack Judge and Harry Williams
>
> The British Grenadiers
>
> Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules
> Of Hector and Lysander, and such great names as these.
> But of all the world's great heroes, there's none that can compare
> With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, to the British Grenadier.
> (last 2 lines of each verse can be repeated as chorus.)
>
> Those heroes of antiquity ne'er saw a cannon ball
> Or knew the force of powder to slay their foes withal.
> But our brave boys do know it, and banish all their fears,
> Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, for the British Grenadier.
>
> Whene'er we are commanded to storm the palisades
> Our leaders march with fusees, and we with hand grenades.
> We throw them from the glacis, about the enemies' ears.
> Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, the British Grenadiers.
>
> And when the siege is over, we to the town repair
> The townsmen cry, "Hurrah, boys, here comes a Grenadier!
> Here come the Grenadiers, my boys, who know no doubts or fears!
> Then sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, the British Grenadiers.
>
> Then let us fill a bumper, and drink a health to those
> Who carry caps and pouches, and wear the louped clothes.
> May they and their commanders live happy all their years
> With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, for the British Grenadiers.
>
> Other songs include:
>
> An English Country Garden - Percy Grainger
>
> Blaydon Races - Geordie Ridley
>
> I vow to Thee my country - Cecil Spring-Rice
>
>
>
> A traditional children's song
>
> "London Bridge is falling down,
> Falling down,
> Falling down,
> London Bridge is falling down,
> My fair lady."
>
Still dont understand what the hell jerusalem has to do with this
country. Must be all the jews who have made fortunes from the
downtrodden.
Strange about Bluebirds over the White Cliffs of Dover. This bird is not
indigenous to the UK and never was, so why this bird was chosen is not as
far as I know, known. Rule Britannia is my own anthem, sod God sve the4
queen. All immigrants should be made to stand in the streets at 0800 each
day and sing this song.
Mercury.
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