Harri Webb’s verses on the endless servile attitude of the Welsh
Written many years ago… but still great!
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Oh, we’re looking up England’s arsehole,
It’s the prettiest view we know,
It’s the height of our ambition,
It’s where we want to go,
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It’s the finest sight in the universe
Though you seek both high and low,
So we’re looking up England’s arsehole
Waiting for the breeze to blow.
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They tell us Wales is a nation
But we don’t believe that story,
Though she’s going bust we put our trust
In the Land of Hope and Glory,
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So we’re looking up England’s arsehole,
There was never a view so fine,
Yes, we’re looking up England’s arsehole
Waiting for the sun to shine.
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Here we crouch in our proper stations,
Obedient to her orders,
Though she’s in the shite she’ll see us right
If we earn our keep as warders,
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So we’re looking up England’s arsehole,
It’s the loveliest scene of all,
Yes, we’re looking up England’s arsehole,
Waiting for the manna to fall.
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