Old England

Old England The spirit gather beyond the baobab tree, Singing the tune of the ancestors At the entrance of the pub house, Before the scarlet girls will transform! As the cheers bury the PM speech, And the fathers enter the spirit shadows To release and possess, The screams of the noisy night! The handshake of the gods eire, The spirit refusing to pass on, As ancestors summons a great Gathering to appease the future, And chastised the child to look Out for new city and old England !