ole England ole England
how great were thy
such a tough land
when ships ruled the sea
once such a great nation
our planes ruled the sky
its now up for flotation
nearly going, goodbye
countryside popularization
has now outgrown too far
we've become a big nation
no green land for sheep, Barr
coal mines there were gobs*
industries failing too
soon they'll be no jobs
everyone on doll queue
Britannia ruled the waves
fighter planes ruled skies
everyone was so braves
now we'll rely on our allies
(*gobs= large number or amount)
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