Blood & Soil
To England
Far—far away in waters lies
My beloved land of Ing,
Which makes sea children cry,
When come its queen and king!
People of Ing!
Please hear my words of heart,
They're addressed to every English thing!
Though their trip might be hard...
Yet I believe!
I believe, my dear people,
In English blood, English tongue that England conceive!
And with fever running temper will I guard this keep...
My tears drop, my vision blackens—
I still march beyond I-can't
Even when every thing's been taken,
My heart remains in England.
~ Written by A. Kishonis
