Rule Britannia!
Britannia rules the waves!
Those were the days...

Those patriotic days
When flags were raised,
A chorus of voices
Betraying their pride;
The pride is forgotten,
The flags are all rotten,
Naught is left
Just disappointment resides.

We were alone,
The world was our own,
An empire on which
The sun never set;
Now one amongst all,
We are oh so small,
A relic with memories
We’ll never forget.

Yet here we still stand,
A beautiful land,
Caught up in squabbles
That will never cease;
Once proud to be one,
But those days are gone,
Will Britain manage
To stay in one piece?

“We rule the waves!
We’ll never be slaves!”
Yet now we follow
America’s way;
Troops to Iraq!
To only come back,
Once we’ve permission,
Until then we stay.
 
Upon cautious feet,
I must walk the street,
Fearing the felons
Who yet walk free;
Sinning with pride,
They do not hide,
They know there’s no fear
For the constabulary.

Despite all these things,
That our nation of kings,
Is broken and beaten
And rotting inside;
Love I still hold,
For Britannia the bold,
Not proud of our nation
But proud of our pride.