Examine the Irishman, Welshman or Scot It's knowing they're foreign that makes them so mad! Examine the Irishman, Welshman or Scot

"Scotland for Aye" (or "for Me" as it should be more properly be. The English, the English, the English are best.

And clever and modest and misunderstood! The English are noble, the English are nice A Song of Patriotic Prejudice Lyrics: You know it's a curious thing, I don't know if you've ever thought of this, but England hasn't really got a national song. This song starts with, I think, very typical English understatement:

And clever and modest and misunderstood

The English are moral, the English are good, And all the world over, each nation's the same, They've simply no notion of playing the game, They argue with umpires, they cheer when they've won.

Ah hit me old mother over the head with a shillelagh

What English national song have we got?

In the case of the Welsh I think this is the pot calling the saucepan "fach." And blames it on Cromwell and William the Third! The Germans are German, the Russians are red.

For the French or the Spanish, the Danish or Dutch And the Greeks and Italians eat garlic in bed! And they practise beforehand, which ruins the fun!

The rottenest bits of these islands of ours, We've left in the hands of three unfriendly powers, Examine the Irishman, Welshman or Scot, you'll find he's a stinker or not. I wouldn't give tuppence for all of the rest! The Irishman now our contempt is beneath You know it's a curious thing, I don't know if you've ever thought of this, but England hasn't really got a national song.

And bony and blotchy and covered with hair He blows up policemen, or so I have heard They argue with umpires, they cheer when they've won

The rottenest bits of these islands of ours A Song Of Patriotic Prejudice The English, the English, the English are best: I wouldn't give tuppence for all of the rest! He eats salted porridge, he works all the day The Scotsman is mean, as we're all well aware [MICHAEL FLANDERS, spoken] So up with the English and down with the rest! And little and dark, more like monkey than man



Och aye, awa' wi' yon Edinburgh Festival! It's not that they're wicked or natuarally bad. The Scotsman is mean, as we 're all well aware, A Song of Patriotic Prejudice. And worth any other at double the price Any more than we bothered to put our names on our stamps.

I wouldn't give tuppence for all of the rest And he hasn't got bishops to show him the way! Now there's a song...

[FLANDERS, spoken] And bony and blotchy and covered with hair Prejudice Lyrics: This is a song about prejudice / And the language of prejudice / And the power of the language of prejudice / It's called "Prejudice" / In our modern free-spoken society / There is

And he sings far too loud, far too often, and flat! [FLANDERS, spoken] All the others, they've got songs about their countries, you know, the Scots, like "Scotland for Aye" (or "for Me" as it should be more properly be.) A little and dark, more like monkey than man Ah, hit me old mother over the head with a shillelagh! The rule is: if we've done anything good it's "another triumph for Great Britain!" The rottenest bits of these islands of ours We

[FLANDERS & SWANN] Och aye, awa' wi' yon Edinburgh Festival! The English, the English, the English are best

Ah, iechyd da! For the English are all that a nation should be, And the flower of the English are Donald (Michael). I wouldn't give tuppence for all of the rest. And if we haven't it's "England loses again." "Jerusalem"... "There'll Always Be an England". He eats salty porridge, he works all the day Ah, iechyd da! And they practice beforehand, which ruins the fun! The Germans are German, the Russians are red And crossing the Channel, one cannot say much

And Me! And they practice beforehand which ruins the fun! The English, the English, the English are best I wouldn’t give tuppence for all of the rest. And blames it on Cromwell and William the Third!

He blows up policemen, or so I have heard Have you noticed that? Americans have national songs, like "My Country 'Tis of Thee"... which they sing to the tune of "God Save The Queen" I may say, which together with their long-range forecasting of *our* weather I find hard to forgive. You'll find he's a stinker, as likely as not ), The Gasman Cometh: A Ballad of Unending Domestic Upheaval (It All Makes Work for the Working Man to Do).

And he sings far too loud, far too often, and flat! It's not that they're wicked or naturally bad

[FLANDERS, spoken] He works underground with a lamp in his hat And worth any other at double the price! You have to be very careful about how you use those terms, too. The English are moral, the English are good And the flower of the English are Donald (Michael) So up with the English and down with the rest!

Donald (Michael) and me! And, the Welsh and the Irish you've got songs saying how marvelous they are and making rude remarks about the English, in their own languages.



The Scotsman is mean, as we're all well aware, And bony and blotchy and covered with hair, He eats salty porridge, he works all the day. It's knowing they're foreign that makes them so mad!

For the English are all that a nation should be, And the flower of the English are Donald, Michael, And we didn't go around saying how marvelous we were: everybody knew that! So up with the English and down with the rest. You will get 3 free months if you haven't already used an Apple Music free trial, Made with love & passion in Italy. Donald, Michael, [FLANDERS & DONALD SWANN] We've left in the hands of three unfriendly powers And he hasn't got bishops to show him the way!

The English, the English, the English are best

I mean, nationalism was on its way out. The Welshman's dishonest, he cheats when he can

I wouldn't give tuppence for all of the rest! He works underground with a lamp in his hat

The rottenest bits of these islands of ours, We've left in the hands of three unfriendly powers.

And blames it on Cromwell and William the Third! [FLANDERS & SWANN]

And crossing the Channel, one cannot say much

But nowadays, nowadays nationalism is on the up and up, and everybody has a national song but us! No, you know, I think the um, the reason for this is that um, in the old days, you know the good old days when I was a boy, people didn't, we didn't bother in England about nationalism. The rottenest bits of these islands of ours

We got pretty well everything we wanted. I mean, you know, just for England; there's plenty for Great Britain, but that's quite different.



The English, the English, the English are best

The English, the English, the English are best Tune Req: A Song of Patriotic Prejudice DigiTrad: HAVE SOME MADIERA, M'DEAR MISALLIANCE. Well, that's not saying much, is it? They've simply no notion of playing the game Yes, the Germans, whatever you say about the Germans (and who doesn't), they've a marvelous, what a marvelous song that was: "German German Overalls."

Flanders & Swann - A Song of Patriotic Prejudice Lyrics. The English, the English, the English are best The English are noble, the English are nice, The Welshman's dishonest and cheats when he can, And little and dark, more like monkey than man, He works underground with a lamp in his hat. The English, the English, the English are best Related threads: Flanders & Swann (31) Lyr Req: The Elephant (Flanders & Swann) (14) Lyr Req: The Wompom (Flanders and Swann) (19) Lyr Add: Song of Reproduction (Flanders & Swann) (12) Songs of Flanders and Swann Review: 20 tons of TNT Flanders & Swann (2) Lyr Add: Pee po belly bum drawers (Flanders, … They've simply no notion of playing the game Well, the moment has come, and none too soon; we have a song here which, I think, fills this long-felt want and I hope that all true-born English men and women in our audience will join in the last chorus. He sleeps in his boots and he lies in his teeth

It's not that they're wicked, or naturally bad

For the French or the Spanish, the Danish or Dutch

The English are moral, the English are good

Song of Patriotic Prejudice is a delightful Flanders & Swann song extolling the virtues of the English in a quintessential English manner that only Flanders and Swann could pull-off. You'll find he's a stinker, as likely as not They argue with umpires, they cheer when they've won

And he sings far too loud, far too often, and flat! I mean, there'll always be a North Pole, if some dangerous clown doesn't go and melt it And crossing the Channel, one cannot say much, Of French and the Spanish, the Danish or Dutch.

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