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Hoist Up The Flag |
David Venus |
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We’re all met together, to drink and to sing Of the Queen’s Jubilee, let your words all take wing And each tell your tale now, as you see the way Of how we should make merry on this special day Chorus: So hoist up the flag, and bend at the knee And I’ll tell you a tale of the Queen’s Jubilee! A glorious Empire, the nation as one She has brought us together all under one sun So come along now and we shall unite Come on out of the darkness and into the light! Chorus There’s cakes and there’s wine and there’s ale by the yard But on Monday, it’s back down the pit and it’s hard And what makes it unjust from my point of view Is you want us to pay for your cakes and ale too! Chorus The Widow of Windsor is all dressed in black The court ladies dare not smile, or they’ll get the sack Since Albert has gone, oh your eyes are cast down But how far? To the hem of a kilt, Mrs. Brown? Chorus Soon drunkenness, wantonness, and, alas, more There’ll be gambling and fighting, loose morals galore It’s just an excuse for mayhem, and I’ll tell If you don’t mend your ways, then you’ll all go to Hell! Chorus Jubilee, Jubilee Jubilee, Jubilee Let's hear it again for the Queen’s Jubilee Jubilee, Jubilee Jubilee, Jubilee For the Queen and for Blyth Town and Jubilee |
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