"We'll Still Sing Rule Britannia"

 CH
We'll still sing Rule Britannia,
Still sing God Save The Queen,
Land of hope and glory,
Jerusalem, for what they mean,
Still sing all the trusted the old songs,
So Hard fought for and hard won,
As with sterling hearts and steadfast souls,
The last true fight has just begun.

For the churches in the valleys,
And the castles on the hills,
For the terraces and cobbles,
And the whitewashed cottage sills,
For the market towns and villages,
From The Lizard to The Wash,
For everything you stand for England,
We will not stand this double cross.

For the peaceful green leafed hamlets,
And the oak lined river banks,
Autumn orchards, dew filled mornings,
For this we give our thanks,
For the ones who came before us,
Who gave so freely for your need,
Old friend, we won't desert you now,
Union Jack we'll keep you flying free.

CH

This green and pleasant haven,
This jewel in the seas,
Is not owned by grey suit traitors,
It belongs to you and me,
If not, why Drake and The Armada,
Trafalgar and again,
Why Flanders and the muddy Somme,
Dunkirk, El Alamein.

I'll Tell you why

CH