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Somewhere in a town in Englandlay a babe with a curious smile.
He was of your father's children.
Born each side of a dry-stone mile.
He grew up through the schools and factories,
Brunel's tunnels and bridges bold.
Grey towers built high on that Kingdomwith apartments still unsold.
Somewhere in a town in England.
Could be Newcastle, Leeds or Birmingham.
And were you made in
England's green and pleasant land.
He accepts no unemploymentand is to indeterminate station bred.
Is possessed of skills and reason
Flies the flag upon his head.
Watches the democratic processgrind it's way through the Commons cold
Filled with fiery infiltratorswho would pave the streets with England's gold.
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