We have our marching song
Who would not gird their loins against the devious Devonians, devlish Dorsetians, whassock Wiltshirians, and let us not forget, those those avaricious Avonians who have designs on parts of our fair county, upon hearing such stirring music?
And when we win, as we shall, we do of course already have our national anthem.
Time for Europe to tremble again in fear of the power of Scrumpy!
Me Mum don’ read and me mum don’ right
But it don’t rea-lly matter,
‘Cos she comes from Som-Err-Set
An’ she can droive ‘er tratter.
Oh, we’m come up from Somerset,
Where the cider apples grow,
We’m come to see your Majesty,
An’ how the world do go.
And when you’re wanting anyone,
If you’ll kindly let us know,
We’ll all come up from Somerset,
Because we loves you so!
Ben and Bloke:
When I read shit like that, I understand why I’m an Anglophile!