Merrie England

Oh for the days of Merrie England When each peasant knew their place To ensure the upper orders lived in style, comfort and grace. All bowed the head and bent the knee And thus by doing so Ensured the continuance of a just and Rightful Statius Quo. Long live our noble leaders and may They all continue to believe Their power, privilege and position Gives them the right to thieve. God bless the lower orders For acceptance of their situation Long may they continue to be Such ready subjects of exploitation. Oh for those days of glory For so long not seen When only the poor and simple Had holes in their jeans. Oh for those Merrie England Days We’re working towards getting back. We’re not quite there yet But we’re on the right track