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| Fat Boy | Post subject: The National Anthem | | | Posts: 266 |
|  | 1 God save our gracious Queen,
Long live our noble Queen,
God save the Queen:
Send her victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us:
God save the Queen. 2 O Lord, our God, arise,
Scatter her enemies,
And make them fall.
Confound their politics,
Frustrate their knavish tricks,
On thee our hopes we fix:
God save us all. 3 Thy choicest gifts in store,
On her be pleased to pour;
Long may she reign:
May she defend our laws,
And ever give us cause
To sing with heart and voice
God save the Queen. 4 Not in this land alone,
But be God's mercies known,
From shore to shore! Lord make the nations see,
That men should brothers be,
And form one family,
The wide world ov'er. 5 From every latent foe,
From the assassins blow,
God save the Queen!
O'er her thine arm extend,
For Britain's sake defend,
Our mother, prince, and friend,
God save the Queen! 6 Lord grant that Marshal Wade
May by thy mighty aid
Victory bring.
May he sedition hush,
And like a torrent rush,
Rebellious Scots to crush.
God save the Queen! Taken from... | Posted:
Mon 18th Jul, 2005
3:53pm | |
| Frank | Post subject: Re: The National Anthem | | | Posts: 791 |
| | definite fresher initiation potential.... | Posted:
Mon 18th Jul, 2005
8:50pm |
| Fat Boy | Post subject: Re: The National Anthem - Jerusalem | | | Posts: 266 |
| | Jerusalem
And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the Holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?
And did the Countenance divine
Shine forth upon those clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here,
Among those dark satanic mills? Bring me my bow of burning gold,
Bring me my arrows of desire;
Bring me my spear! O, clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land | Posted:
Tue 19th Jul, 2005
12:05am | |
| Fat Boy | Post subject: Re: The National Anthem - Rule Britannia | | | Posts: 266 |
| | Rule Britannia
When Britain first, at Heaven's command
Arose from out the azure main,
Arose from, arose from out the azure main;
This was the charter, the charter of the Land
And Guardian Angels sang this strain: Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves.
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves. The nations, not so blest as thee,
Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall,
Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall;
While thou shalt flourish great and free,
The dread and envy of them all. Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves.
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves. Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
More dreadful from each foreign stroke;
More dreadful, dreadful from each foreign stroke.
As the loud blast, the blast that tears the skies
Serves but to root the native oak. Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves.
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves. Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame;
All their attempts to bend thee down;
All their, all their attempts to bend thee down.
Will but arouse; arouse thy gen'rous flame,
But work their woe and their renown. Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves.
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves. The Muses still with Freedom found
Shall to thy happy coast repair;
Shall to thy happy, happy coast repair.
Blest isle with matchless, with matchless beauty crown'd,
And manly hearts to guard the fair. Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves.
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves. | Posted:
Tue 19th Jul, 2005
12:09am |
| Fat Boy | Post subject: Re: The National Anthem - Land of Hope and Glory | | | Posts: 266 |
| | Land of Hope and Glory
Dear Land of Hope, thy hope is crowned.
God make thee mightier yet!
On Sov'ran brows, beloved, renowned,
Once more thy crown is set.
Thine equal laws, by Freedom gained,
Have ruled thee well and long;
By Freedom gained, by Truth maintained,
Thine Empire shall be strong. Land of Hope and Glory, Mother of the Free,
How shall we extol thee, who are born of thee?
Wider still and wider shall thy bounds be set;
God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet. Thy fame is ancient as the days,
As Ocean large and wide:
A pride that dares, and heeds not praise,
A stern and silent pride:
Not that false joy that dreams content
With what our sires have won;
The blood a hero sire hath spent
Still nerves a hero son. | Posted:
Tue 19th Jul, 2005
12:11am |
| Fat Boy | Post subject: Re: The National Anthem - There'll always be an England | | | Posts: 266 |
| | There'll Always Be An England
I give you a toast, ladies and gentlemen.
I give you a toast, ladies and gentlemen.
May this fair dear land we love so well
In dignity and freedom dwell.
Though worlds may change and go awry
While there is still one voice to cry - - - There'll always be an England
While there's a country lane,
Wherever there's a cottage small
Beside a field of grain.
There'll always be an England
While there's a busy street,
Wherever there's a turning wheel,
A million marching feet. Red, white and blue; what does it mean to you?
Surely you're proud, shout it aloud,
"Britons, awake!"
The empire too, we can depend on you.
Freedom remains. These are the chains
Nothing can break. There'll always be an England,
And England shall be free
If England means as much to you
As England means to me. | Posted:
Tue 19th Jul, 2005
12:12am |
| Pete | Post subject: Re: The National Anthem | | | Posts: 175 |
| | Monty Python: Sit on my face
1
Sit on my face and tell me that you love me.
I'll sit on your face and tell you I love you, too.
I love to hear you oralise
When I'm between your thighs.
You blow me away!
2
Sit on my face and let my lips embrace you.
I'll sit on your face, and then I'll love you truly.
Life can be fine if we both sixty-nine
If we sit on our faces in all sorts of places and play
Till we're blown away! | Posted:
Tue 19th Jul, 2005
9:25am |
| Pete | Post subject: Re: The National Anthem | | | Posts: 175 |
| | Philosopher's Song Immanuel Kant was a real pissant who was very rarely stable, Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar who could think you under the table, David Hume could out-consume Schopenhauer and Hegel, And Wittgenstein was a beery swine who was just as schloshed as Schlegel. There's nothing Nietzsche couldn't teach ya 'bout the raising of the wrist, Socrates himself was permanently pissed... John Stuart Mill, of his own free will, with half a pint of shandy was particularly ill, Plato, they say, could stick it away, half a crate of whiskey every day, Aristotle, Aristotle was a beggar for the bottle, Hobbes was fond of his dram, And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart, "I drink therefore I am." Yes, Socrates himself is particularly missed; A lovely little thinker but a bugger when he's pissed. | Posted:
Tue 19th Jul, 2005
9:27am | |
| Pete | Post subject: Re: The National Anthem | | | Posts: 175 |
| | And whilst we're on Monty Python.... hmm, why does a fish called Eric sound familiar... from the BUSAs maybe? The sketch: Praline: (whistles a bit, then) Hello. I would like to buy a fish license, please. Postal clerk: A what? Praline: A license for my pet fish, Eric. Clerk: How did you know my name was Eric? Praline: No, no, no! My fish's name is Eric. Eric fish. He's an halibut. Clerk: What? Praline: He is an halibut. Clerk: You've got a pet halibut? Praline: Yes, I chose him out of thousands. I didn't like the others, they were all too flat. Clerk: You must be a loony. Praline: I am not a loony. Why should I be tarred with the epithet 'loony' merely because I have a pet halibut? I've heard tell that Sir Gerald Nabarro has a pet prawn called Simon - you wouldn't call him a loony! Furthermore Dawn Pathorpe, the lady show jumper, had a clam called Stafford, after the late chancellor. Alan Bullock has two pikes, both called Chris, and Marcel Proust had an 'addock! So if you're calling the author of 'A la recherche de temps perdu' a loony, I shall have to ask you to step outside! Clerk: All right, all right, all right. A license? Praline: Yes! Clerk: For a fish. Praline: Yes! Clerk: You *are* a loony. Praline: Look, it's a bleeding pet, isn't it? I've got a license for me pet dog Eric, I've got a license for me pet cat Eric. Clerk: You don't need a license for your cat. Praline: I bleedin' well do and I've got one! Can't be caught out there! Clerk: There is no such thing as a bloody Cat license. Praline: Yes there is. Clerk: No there isn't. Praline: Is! Clerk: Isn't! Praline: Is! Clerk: Isn't! Praline: What's that then? Clerk: This is a dog license with the word 'dog' crossed out and 'cat' written in, in crayon. Praline: Man didn't have the right form. Clerk: What man? Praline: The man from the cat detector van. Clerk: The loony detector van, you mean. Praline: Look, it's people like you what cause unrest. Clerk: What cat detector van? Praline: The cat detector van from the Ministry of Housinge. Clerk: Housinge? Praline: It was spelt like that on the van. I'm very observant. I never seen so many bleedin' aerials. The man said their equipment could pinpoint a purr at four hundred yards, and Eric being such a happy cat was a piece of cake. Clerk: How much did you pay for this? Praline: Sixty quid and eight for the fruit-bat. Clerk: What fruit-bat? Praline: Eric the fruit-bat. Clerk: Are all your pets called Eric? Praline: There's nothing so odd about that. Kemel Attaturk had an entire menagerie called Abdul. Clerk: No he didn't. Praline: Did! Clerk: Didn't! Praline: Did, did, did, did, did and did! Clerk: Oh all right. Praline: Spoken like a gentleman, sir. Now, are you going to give me a fish license? Clerk: I promise you that there is no such thing. You don't need one. Praline: In that case give me a bee license. Clerk: A license for your pet bee. Praline: Correct. Clerk: Called Eric? Eric the bee? Praline: No. Clerk: No? Praline: No, Eric the half bee. He had an accident. Clerk: You're off your chump. Praline: Look, if you intend by that utilization of an obscure colloquialism to imply that my sanity is not up to scratch, or even to deny the semi-existence of my little chum Eric the half bee, I shall have to ask you to listen to this. Take it away, Eric the orchestra-leader. SONG: Half a bee, philosophically,
Must, ipso facto, half not be.
But half the bee has got to be
Vis a vis, its entity. D'you see?
But can a bee be said to be
Or not to be an entire bee
When half the bee is not a bee
Due to some ancient injury?
Chorus: La dee dee, one two three,
Eric the half a bee.
A B C D E F G,
Eric the half a bee.
Praline: Is this wretched demi-bee,
Half-asleep upon my knee,
Some freak from a menagerie?
No! It's Eric the half a bee!
Chorus: Fiddle de dum, Fiddle de dee,
Eric the half a bee.
Ho ho ho, tee hee hee,
Eric the half a bee.
Praline: I love this hive, implore ye-ee,
Bisected accidentally,
One summer afternoon by me,
I love him carnally.
Chorus: He loves him carnally,
Semi-carnally. | Posted:
Tue 19th Jul, 2005
9:40am |
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