Britannia slumps-Her Trident rusty-
Snap to it growls the Lion.
Let’s do that soft shoe shuffle, girl-
Let’s have a Nasty Party.
The call to arms is loud-
It’s clear-
The Dinosaurs are needed-
“Let Leaders lead”- the Statesman cried-
“The People will deliver”.
Coax them with your promises-
Admire the blackened step-
Enfold the child in a warm embrace-
But Remember-Don’t look back.
O Rise with us-Aneurin,—do-
Come back and stand among us-
Their promises are made of dust-
As miners gave their lives to.
Britannia—Stand !
You sit Too long-
Your battle cry is needed-
Embrace us -Keep us-
Hold us Safe-
Britannia Cool —Let’s Party!