Danegeld

The stone age brought the farmers

And the bronze age brought the miners

And the iron age fashionistas wore fine clothes and pierced their skins

Then the Pictish were in Pictland

And the Scotti were the Irish

Add the Celtic and the Gaels

You've got the British for their sins

But the Romans then invaded

And their soldiers came from Belgium

And from Holland and Bulgaria and eastward all around

They spoke Latin and were literate

Eleven kings surrendered

But the queen of old East Anglia burnt London to the ground

They built roads and walls and left

And then the immigrants from Germany

Moved in and pushed the British to the west

And to the north

Their German name was "English" and they

Took over the south and called it England

It's a tribal mess

The Scotti then came forth

They took slaves from way up north and called it "Scotland"

After Ireland

While the English called the British "Wealhish" pushing them out west

And the Wealhish are the Welsh which just means "foreigner" in Saxon

But still no one managed to work out which tribe of all is best

Then the Vikings came from Denmark and took York, Lincoln and Dublin

And the English who were beaten paid them Danegeld as a bribe

And the Vikings looked quite handy

'Til the Normans beat the Anglo-Danish army

Down in Hastings

So we add another tribe

But the island is quite small and now the Welsh and Celts are westward

And the Scottish are up north above the British in the hills

Who are out west from the Vikings

Who sit north over the English

Who are learning to act "Norman"

Because Norman pays the bills

But King Richard is a Frenchman

And the Stewarts are all Scottish

And the monarchy is German

From Victoria to George

It's ironic

Although "English" is a German word

It's meaningless

There's no identity from the word "English" you can forge

We English are the foreigners who kicked out all the locals

Since we really have no homeland like the pre-Ben-Gurion Jews

We even colonised the British

We're a fake, a fraud, an image

When an Englishman shouts "cobblers"

It's because he stole your shoes

When the English talk "indigenous" it's lack of education

It's the Daily Sport / Big Brother-soaked up slothful planted seed

They won't look into the mirror 'cause the mirror shines the truth right back

They won't pick up the books 'cause you need self-respect to read

The English claiming England

Is like Ireland claiming Scotland

Or the Danish charging Danegeld for the last one thousand years

When Nick Griffin talks of "races"

It's not sadness it's hilarity

Why most of us with half a brain are rolling round in tears.