The red in the flag is the blood that was spilt
in the way that your forefathers tell
The stories Britannia could tell
I never want to live my life
away from the golden shores
with the scent of an English rose
England, oh England a country so great
the land of so fair and so true
the red, the white and the blue
Whenever you go to the far-off shores
theres something that goes with you
that comes from your mother of red, white and blue
You could never be born under a flag thats like the one of the Union Jack
St. Georges spirit has never died It all keeps coming back
England, oh England a country so great
the land of so fair and so true
the red, the white and the blue