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Now we have been part of Europe Since nineteen ninety three No longer can we rightly claim A Britain great and free No doubt we shall be a suburb Called South West Germany Then maybe lower Brussels Or part of gay Pariee Whatever currency we use Be it Pfennigs or just Francs Our shilling and our pence are lost Gone from all our banks And when in many years to come Grand children ask us why Their names are Fritz and Helga We shall say “there, there, don’t cry” It is part of some obscure plan To make a stronger Europe At least that’s what they tell us For my part though, some hope!!! |
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