Nelson's On His Column

There will always be an England: roast beef and Yorkshire pud assure the most fainthearted that all is for the good. Is anyone still doubtful? This thought our hopes restore: Marmite, baked beans and crumpets provision us galore. Coffee at eleven, at five o'clock high tea, banishing the terrors that met us at the Somme, kept us and Big Ben ticking and will to Kingdom Come. Nelsons' on his column. Against Juncker's spiteful quips no naval power can save us, but we do have fish and chips