Re: Ditty (off topic)
Bill Samson wrote:
proverbial English snobism, but the facts are against you: Flanders and
Swann characterized you as just another victim. The original lyrics are:
A Song of Patriotic Prejudice
The English, the English, the English are best.
I wouldn't give tuppence for all of the rest.
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, as likely as not.
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,
And he hasn't got bishops to show him the way!
The English, the English, the English are best.
I wouldn't give tuppence for all of the rest.
The Irishman now our contempt is beneath.
He sleeps in his boots and he lies in his teeth.
He blows up policemen, or so I have heard,
And blames it on Cromwell and William the Third!
The English are noble, the English are nice,
And worth any other at double the price
The Welshman's dishonest - he cheats when he can -
And little and dark, more like monkey than man.
He works underground with a lamp in his hat,
And he sings far too loud, far too often, and flat!
And crossing the Channel, one cannot say much
For the French or the Spanish, the Danish or Dutch.
The Germans are German, the Russians are red,
And the Greeks and Italians eat garlic in bed!
The English are moral, the English are good
And clever and modest and misunderstood.
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,
And they practice beforehand which ruins the fun!
The English, the English, the English are best,
So up with the English and down with the rest.
It's not that they're wicked or naturally bad,
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)
Donald (Michael) and Me!
Slightly corrected from:
http://members.tripod.com/~TimothyPlatypus/FaS/
>A point of accuracy - When the Jeff Gilbert's dittyI'm sorry, Bill, if you are hoping to share in the growing inclusiveness of
>was recorded for posterity by Flanders and Swan, the
>words were:
>"The British, the British, The British are best,
>I wouldn't give Tuppence for all of the Rest!"
>There's more to Britain than just England - and we
>Scots, Welsh and Northern Irish must accept our share
>of the blame ;)
proverbial English snobism, but the facts are against you: Flanders and
Swann characterized you as just another victim. The original lyrics are:
A Song of Patriotic Prejudice
The English, the English, the English are best.
I wouldn't give tuppence for all of the rest.
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, as likely as not.
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,
And he hasn't got bishops to show him the way!
The English, the English, the English are best.
I wouldn't give tuppence for all of the rest.
The Irishman now our contempt is beneath.
He sleeps in his boots and he lies in his teeth.
He blows up policemen, or so I have heard,
And blames it on Cromwell and William the Third!
The English are noble, the English are nice,
And worth any other at double the price
The Welshman's dishonest - he cheats when he can -
And little and dark, more like monkey than man.
He works underground with a lamp in his hat,
And he sings far too loud, far too often, and flat!
And crossing the Channel, one cannot say much
For the French or the Spanish, the Danish or Dutch.
The Germans are German, the Russians are red,
And the Greeks and Italians eat garlic in bed!
The English are moral, the English are good
And clever and modest and misunderstood.
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,
And they practice beforehand which ruins the fun!
The English, the English, the English are best,
So up with the English and down with the rest.
It's not that they're wicked or naturally bad,
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)
Donald (Michael) and Me!
Slightly corrected from:
http://members.tripod.com/~TimothyPlatypus/FaS/