COME ON, ENGLAND!
As recorded by Merry Hell on "Bloodlines" (2016)

Many miles I have wandered on the paths of my homeland,
By rivers, through woodlands and by the sea side.
On its streets, I have seen those with greed and hate in their eyes,
And those with their hearts and their hands open wide.

All my life has been blessed by its thunderstorm summer times,
By misty gold autumns, by fires in the snow,
By Rainbows, by bluebells, by radiant spring times
In the wild windy meadows, where the dandelions blow.

There are some who would change this fair home to a prison
To enslave the many, and bow to the few,
The robbers, the racists, the breakers of faces
Who hide behind masks and the red white and blue.

So stand up; come on, England; live up to your history.
Your heart can't be held in a flag or a crown.
Raise your tea cups and glasses, you bold lads and lasses,
And drink to the spirit that will never lie down.

For I come from the land of the diggers and levelers,
The fighters for freedom and our national health,
The beaten, mistreated, but never defeated,
The builders and guardians of the true commonwealth.

Only lovin' can save us; only givin' will raise us,
So welcome all travellers to sweet liberty,
And raise all your voices to defend our democracy,
For equality, justice, and community.

So stand up; come on, England; live up to your history.
Your heart can't be held in a flag or a crown.
Raise your tea cups and glasses, you bold lads and lasses,
And drink to the spirit that will never lie down.

So stand up; come on, England; live up to your history.
Your heart can't be held in a flag or a crown.
Raise your tea cups and glasses, you bold lads and lasses,
And drink to the spirit that will never lie down.

And drink to the spirit that will never lie down.