And no regime can buy or sell me
There is no one on earth I'm afraid of
And denounce this royal line
To be standing by the flag not feeling shameful
And I will die with both of my hands untied
And spit upon the name Oliver Cromwell
The English are sick to death of labor and Tories
Irish blood, English heart, this I'm made of
I've been dreaming of a time when
To be English is not to be baneful
I've been dreaming of a time when
Racist or partial