Oh England My Lionheart,
I'm in your garden fading fast in your arms
The soldiers soften, the war is over
The air-raid shelters are blooming clover,
Flapping umbrellas fill the lanes
My London Bridge in rain again
Oh England My Lionheart
Peter Pan steals the kids in Kensington Park
You read me Shakespeare on the Rolling Thames,
That old River Post that never, ever ends
Our Thumping hearts hold the Ravens in,
And keep the tower from tumbling

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Oh England My Lionheart
I don't want to go

Oh England My Lionheart
Dropped from my Black Spitfire to my funeral barge,
Give me one kiss in the appleblossom,
Give me one wish and I'd be wassailing
In the orchard my English Rose,
Or with my shepherd who'll bring me home

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