I'm English to the bone!

I’m no European – I’m English to the Bone!

Shamelessly I glory in that which is my own,

My Queen, my flag, my country.

My great inheritance – a three fold cord unbroken

By force of change or chance.

How rich is this small island with time’s long legacy –

Of arts and crafts and buildings deep set in history!

The Stone of Coronation. The Glastonbury Thorn.

The treasure of Stratford, where England’s bard was born.

Here Autumn’s touch is gentle as Summer’s splendours pass.

The leaves like tears fall softly upon the wet green grass, -

And creepers turning slowly enwrap old weathered walls –

Of cottage, inn and college with gold and crimson shawls.

Why has the Lord preserved us through every bitter test?

An undeserving people, yet wonderfully blessed –

Above all other nations beneath the sky’s blue dome.

For happy he, and favoured, who calls this England home.

 Anon

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