I remember in
September
When the final stomps were drawn
And the shouts of crowds now silent,
And the boys to tea were gone.
Let us,
O
Lord above us,
Still remember simple things,
When all are dead who love us,
O the captains and the kings.
When all are dead, who love us?
For the captains and the kings.
We have many goods for export,
Christian ethics and old port.
But our greatest boast
Is that the
Anglo -Sax on is a sport.
On the playing fields of
Eton, we still do thrilling things.
Do not think we'll ever weaken,
up the captains and the kings.
Do not think we'll ever weaken,
up the captains and the kings.
Far away in dear old
Cyprus,
Or in
Kenya's dusty land,
Where, over the white man's burden,
In many a strange land.
As we look across our shoulder,
In
West
Belfast the school bell rings,
And we sigh for dear old
England
And the captains and the kings
And we sigh for dear old
England
An d the captains and the kings
I wandered in a nightmare
All around
Great
Windsor
Park
And what do you think I found there,
as I stumbled in the dark?
T 'was an apple half -bitten,
and sweetest of all things
Five baby teeth had written,
of the captains and the kings
Five baby teeth had written
Of the captains and the kings
By the moon that shines above us
In the misty mornin' night
Let us cease to run ourselves down
For praise
God that we are white
And better still we're
English, tea and toast and muffin rings
And our ladies with stern faces,
and the captains and the kings
Our ladies with stern faces,
and the captains and the kings
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