He got about did our Saint George
Can it be true he’s from abroad?
I guess, but for the dragon thing
They never would have chosen him.
They chose him for his slaying skills
The very man to cure our ills
To keep all dragons from our shore
There are no dragons anymore.
They say that he was born a Turk
But went to Rome in search of work.
A Roman soldier on a horse
He slew a dragon in due course.
England’s long past celebrating
Leave that to the other nations.
We are scared to wave our flag
Lest they think we’re fascist thugs.
It’s used for things we can’t support
So only gets brought out for sport.
The Welsh, the Irish and the Scots
Wave their flags but we can not.
Nationalism’s just not cricket.
Can’t be English only British.
No patriotism that’s deeply felt.
We have to leave that to the celts.
Three cheers today is George’s day
Whose flag we wave when we’re at play.
So raise your glass and drink to him,
The knight who did the dragon in.