Foreigners Go Home
Foreigners Go Home, won’t you leave us alone.
Stop the world, for we want to get off!
We don’t want your doctors, and don’t want your nursing
but please wait till we educate our grammar school toffs
We once ruled the world, we took it by force
Our Navy was a sight to behold
Rule Britannia we sang in our Green pleasant land
where the peasants all did as they’re told
But now we’ve no Empire, the worlds gone to pot
No tea wallahs to serve as our want
The Gerrys too proud and the Frogs found their legs
and the Muslims have bought all our fonts
The only Empire that’s left is on the Islington road
And we sup there on many a night
We drink to old Glory with St george standing proud
and we swear that we’ll fight for our rights
So we will shut all our borders, keep the refugees out
And the EU can fall in the Wash
But we’re still open to trade with what we have left
Oil, Whisky and Jam keeps us posh
Rod Macfarlane
Still reading poetry but very selective.
Scary times we live in Rod, scary times. Scotland must distance it’s self from these nutters asap.
We will have to make it happen!