In tribute to the greatest Bard
Compose some lines, it will be hard,
But once again, we are faced
With treachery, to be embraced
EU reform was his spoken mandate
Failed; now he moves to collaborate
Heed well the falseness of his word
The fear to force you into herd.
Those who claim to fight our case
Have failed, but want that we remain in place
What do they have us to believe?
That they knowest best; are we naïve?
EU citizens with their feet do vote
The UK is the place they bloat
We would like to welcome those
Who satisfy our needs and goals.
Rule Britannia, let not you fall,
Remember all you do enjoy
May this fair land we love so well
In dignity and freedom dwell
Be remembered those who gave their future
To make this nation free to prosper
Let not your spirit be subdued
By fear of raging platitude.
Let’s not to foreigner’s bow
Their voices hollow, not in favour thou
They would not heed to what they say
So why would we bend to their way?
We are made of sterner stuff
With resolve and fortitude, we rebuff
We are strong; not slave to obey
So bid them well, be on your way.
Compare ye not with a lesser realm
Who have not our powers to overwhelm
Our omnipotence they do not share
Nor standing and heritage to declare
When we do call, our voice will be heard
They dare not our call to be spurred
They will not treat us with disdain
Lest Europe will despair again.
Our past doth show our stealth and pride
Thus let not our omnipotence be denied
And think of England’s pleasant land
Is not for those of foreign land
Who wish to smite our honours past
And crush our national interest
Shout it loud, Britons awake
Lest those abroad your life will take.
So harken all you Brits, be true
To what it is you need to do
To save this land, its history share
With those you are yet to bear
Let not your offspring be denied
The hopes and dreams for which men died
Or be defined by those abroad
Whose plan for us is truly flawed.
Remember to the words we sang
When faced with that beleaguered land
Vera Lynn, our spirits raised
Again we showed; our courage blazed
‘There’ll always be an England
And England shall be free
If England means as much to you
As England means to me.’
And in the words of the great Bard himself:
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
this earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
this other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
Shakespeare’s Richard II