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Before the EU came to Rye and out the Market strode,
The dogged British people did stride our nations road,
A reeling road, a rolling road, that rambles round the land,
And after them did David run, Damian and T’resa too, happy band?
A united crowd, ‘long British roads, to hold the mighty dread
The night they went to Brussels by way of Beachy Head.
We know no harm in Bulldog and plenty to admire,
And for to fight the Union we did so much desire;
To bash their bargained mutters, across the seas so loud
To keep our rambling British ways, an English way so proud,
Where you and I can walk the lanes full ale-mugs in our hands,
The time we went to Brussels by way of Goodwin Sands (SOS permitting)
Their sins may be forgiven; so why not face the sum
Before too late; division looms, do let the blighters run,
So wild a claim, a score to start, then on to fifty plus
But where our rose now friends so rage to Irelands border fuss
So pardon us, and harden us; we do not have to fear
The time we bashed the Euro by way of ha’penny pier.
My friends we will not stray again or ape an ancient rage,
Or stretch the error we once made, EU folly, bygone age,
But walk with gladsome hearts and minds, a path we must regain
Keep to the left, the road signs say, from Dover to Coleraine,
For there is good news yet to hear and great thing to be sourced
When once again we stand as One – Our land again divorced.
with apologies to G K Chesterton