As a foreigner, having adopted England as my second home for reasons of the heart, I find Rudyard Kipling's "Sir Richard's Song" most poignant. In today's increasingly multicultural Blighty I think it is particularly appropriate. It also has a historical basis, I believe (AD 1066). I think the tune is Peter Bellamy's, though I wouldn't swear to it. Dave Webber and Anni Fentiman sing what is for me the definitive version. It is definitely on my "Desert Island" list, and I can hardly sing it because I choke...

I FOLLOWED my Duke ere I was a lover
    To take from England both fief and fee;
But now this game is the other way over—
    For now England hath taken me!

I had my horse, my shield and banner,
    And a boy's heart, so whole and free;
But now I sing in another manner—
    For now England hath taken me!

As for my Father in his tower,
    Asking news of my ship at sea,
He will remember his own hour—
    Tell him England hath taken me!

As for my Mother all in her bower,
    That rules my Father so cunningly,
She will remember a maiden's power—
    Tell her England hath taken me!

As for my Brother in Rouen City,
    A nimble naughty page is he,
But he will come to suffer and pity—
    Tell him England hath taken me!

As for my little Sister waiting
    In the pleasant orchards of Normandie,
Tell her youth is the time for mating—
    Tell her England hath taken me!

As for my comrades in camp and highway,
    That lift their eyebrows so scornfully,
Tell them their way, well it is not my way—
    Tell them England hath taken me!

You Kings and Princes and Barons famèd,
    You Knights and Captains in your degree;
Hear me a little before I am blamèd—
    Seeing England hath taken me!

Howso a great man's strength be reckoned,
    There are two things he cannot flee.
Love is the first, and Death is second—
    And Love in England hath taken me!

Have a good'un.