Monday, 23 April 2012

St George's Day: a Sonnet

Upon this day we sport the English rose
From princely hamlets patriots proclaim
Our freedom won from continental foes
Let meaner countries hang their heads in shame
They have their eagle flags and haken cross
A thousand fascist arms give tyrants hail
In our sweet island cinched by Neptune's foss
We know our spitfire spirit will prevail
By happy chance a double joy attends
This special April day; our patron saint
The dragon slaying Turkoman defends
Our virtue from the foreign viper's taint;
Upon this day was forged the English Will
Whose dear enchantments speak to yeomen still

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