Old England

Mindless murmurs,

Daytime gurners,

Those without a clue,

Early learners,

Crash and burners,

Those with nothing better to do,

The list goes on and on and on,

Those who’ve come and gone and gone and gone,

Their stories will always go untold,

Their tales so strong and bold,

Their stories so damp and stale,

Their faces so weary and pale,

The drinks tumble down and down and down,

‘Pour me another one…another one…another one mate’

Carry on spilling out your guts,

‘Fore you’re told ‘the bar’s now shut!’,

Sup the last of your London Pride,

Speaking of how Old England had died.