I
Rue, Britannia!
Britannia, rue that knaves
Have for cent-u-aries
Kept us slaves!
Rue, Britannia,
You’ll always kid yourself
That Pat-riot-ism
Will trump wealth!
II
Land of Hopeless Tories, smothered by the Sleaze,
Whose history is gory and riddled with disease,
Wilder yet & wilder howl the Tory Press,
Regilding the dung heap of this fucking mess,
Regilding the dung heap of this fucking mess!