The English don’t do fervour

It isn’t quite our thing

It’s only at the football

You’ll hear the English sing.

You’ll never see our flags wave.

Hear patriotic songs

Until in summer, four years gone

The World Cup comes along.

The years of disappointment

The fifty years of hurt

Are all to soon forgotten

In hopeful English hearts.

We’re shouting at the telly

Cheering on the team

We even find some fervour

To sing, ‘God Save The Queen’.

We hate to get our hopes up

We know how it will end

But then again it’s football

Who knows how it might end?

via Fervor