The Old St George

This song is not strictly from Sid's repertoire, in that he does not actually sing it himself.  He knows it, however, from rallies by Bigots Against Tolerance, and occasional sing-songs overheard from the lounge bar of the Old Goat Inn, a place he would never actually enter.  This website would like to disassociate itself from the song's sentiments.

We now will praise old George, who this great race did forge;

Who saved men not of Harlech, from foreign food and garlic.

In his name we unfurled our flag around the world,

And without fear or favour, we fought most of our neighbours.

'Gainst Angles he led bowmen, so we could still be Roman;

Then Frenchmen made attacks on, so we stayed Anglo Saxon.

He smote the Dutch longshoremen, so we could still be Normen.

Then fought with utmost ardour, that damn Spanish armada.

When we had peace he made a number of Crusades

To give the English work, all fighting of the Turk.

For En-ger-land is best, far better than the rest;

And if you have a different view, then we will now fight you.

Copyright Chris Sugden 2005