UnTunes:Land of Doped Tories

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Land of Do-ped Tories,

Mothers of Worry,

How shall we extol Ther-

esa, Boris, Davy?

Tighter still and tighter

Shall thy bounds be set.

|: God, who gave thee Nigel,

Make future worth a bet. :|

verse #1

Dear Land offshore, thy hope is Pound.

God make thee wealthier yet!

Our Sov'ran's brows, bent by the crowned,

Once more say: Pounds make glad.

Thine equal laws, by Freedom gained,

Have fooled them well and long.

Their continentals' truth maintained

Thoughts like "EU's not wrong!"

verse #2

Thy fame is ancient as the days,

when Alfred was still Great:

A pride that dares, and heeds not ways

To exit not too late,

Not that false joy that dreams content

With what Boris has won.

Times tryin' our patience we have spent

trusting that hero son.