I Was Born Under St George’s cross

I Was Born Under St George’s cross


England makes me happy,
England makes me proud, My country that is England
It makes me sing aloud. CHORUS:
I was born under St George’s cross, St George’s, George’s cross A blood red cross on a field of white,
Flies over this great land, A banner of such strength and might,
Shows that forever we will stand. Winning gets me buzzing, and losing makes
me mad, Dreams and old day memories are all we’ve
ever had, Travesties, injustices and cheating sealed
our fate, But the sweet sweet taste of victory will
so be worth the wait. CHORUS:
I was born under St George’s cross, St George’s, George’s cross, Winstone, Hoskins, Michael Caine show us all
the worlds a stage, Like a victory back in ’66 they came from
a golden age, The words of William Shakespeare is music
to our ears, “Cry God for Harry, England, St George”
will end our fears. Sir Winston showed the spirit back in 1945,
We fought with all our might to keep our English dream alive, Another foe defeated, another battle won, We’ll never take a backward step, these
colours never run. and when I’m feeling down and my spirit starts
to wane, A pint of English ale will lift me up again Puddings, pies and pasties will feed my English heart And give me strength for England that we will never part. CHORUS TO FINISH….

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