OUR HERITAGE
Today our government consists of many traitors, who in years past would have paid dearly for it, but today our Members of Parliament consistently lie to us the people of England. Let they not forget who we are, as so well described by Kipling below:Norman and Saxon (A.D. 1100)
"My son," said the Norman Baron, "I am dying, and you will be heir
To all the broad acres in England that William gave me for share
When he conquered the Saxon at Hastings, and a nice little handful it is.
But before you go over to rule it I want you to understand this:--
"The Saxon is not like us Normans. His manners are not so polite.
But he never means anything serious till he talks about justice right.
When he stands like an ox in the furrow--with his sullen set eyes on your own,
And grumbles, 'This isn't fair dealing,' my son, leave the Saxon alone.
"You can horsewhip your Gascony archers, or torture your Picardy spears;
But don't try that game on the Saxon; you'll have the whole brood round your ears.
From the richest old Thane in the county to the poorest chained serf in the field,
They'll be at you and on you like hornets, and, if you are wise, you will yield.
"But first you must master their language, their dialect, proverbs and songs.
Don't trust any clerk to interpret when they come with the tale of their own wrongs.
Let them know that you know what they are saying; let them feel that you know what to say.
Yes, even when you want to go hunting, hear 'em out if it takes you all day.
They'll drink every hour of the daylight and poach every hour of the dark.
It's the sport not the rabbits they're after (we've plenty of game in the park).
Don't hang them or cut off their fingers. That's wasteful as well as unkind,
For a hard-bitten, South-country poacher makes the best man-at-arms you can find.
"Appear with your wife and the children at their weddings and funerals and feasts.
Be polite but not friendly to Bishops; be good to all poor parish priests.
Say 'we,' 'us' and 'ours' when you're talking, instead of 'you fellows' and 'I.'
Don't ride over seeds; keep your temper; and never you tell 'em a lie!"
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DON’T SAY YOU’RE ENGLISH!
Goodbye to my England, so long my old friend
Your days are now numbered, being brought to an end
To be Scottish, or Irish or Welsh, that’s just fine
But don’t say your English, that’s way out of line
The French and the Germans may call themselves such
As may Norwegians, the Swedes and the Dutch
You can say you are Russian or maybe a Dane
But don’t say you’re English, ever again
At Broadcasting House that word is taboo
In Brussels they’ve scrapped it, in Parliament, too
Even schools are affected, staff do as they’re told
They mustn’t teach children about England of old
Writers like Shakespeare, Milton or Shaw
Do the pupils not learn about them anymore?
How about Agincourt, Hastings or Mons
When England lost hosts of her very brave sons?
We are not Europeans – how can we be?
Europe is miles away, over the sea
We’re English from England, let’s all be proud
Stand up and be counted, shout it out loud
Let’s tell our Government and Brussels, too
We’re proud of our heritage and the Red White and Blue
Fly the flag of St. George or the Union Jack
Let the world know we want our England back.
A Proud Englishman March 2002