ENGLISH HISTORY.

Digger (Invercargill RSA), Issue 8, 7 May 1920, Page 15

ENGLISH HISTORY.

The Roman threw us a road, a road, And sigLed and strolled away ; The Saxon gave us a raid, a raid, A raid that came to stay. The Dane went West, but the Dane confessed That he went a bit too far: And we all became, by another name, The Imperial race we are. The Imperial race ,the inscrutable race, The invincible race we are. Tho' Sussex hills are bare, are bare, And Sussex weald is wide, From Chichester to Chester Men saw'Afie Norman ride; He threw his pword in the air and sang To a scrt o£ a light guitar ; It was all the same, for we all became The identical nobs we are. The identical nobs, individual nobs, Unmistakable nobs we are. O Warwick woods are green, are green, But Warwick trees can fall; And Birmingham grew so big, so big, And Stratford stayed so small; And the hooter howled to the morning lark That sang to the morning star; — — -• And we all became in Freedom's name The fortunate chaps we- are. The , fortunate chaps, feiicitous .chaps, The f;; iry-likc chaps we are. Tlie people they left the land, the lapd, But they went on working hard, And the village green that had gone mislaid Turned up in the squire's backyard; But twenty men of us all gpt work On a bit of his motor-car ; And we all became, with the world's acclaim, The marvellous mugs we are. The marvellous mugs, miraculous mugs The myatical mugs we ara.