Old England
My Father voiced
The country's got cancer
Broken down into a 3 day week
Labor failed
And the Union's triumphed
While the peasant's toiled
For greener pastures
But the ego of man won out in the end
Boarding Ships destined for foreign lands
Families left not wanting
Rather needy of hungry mouth's
And child to feed
The ties and loss that bleed
Loved ones away
The price and debt must pay
For a brighter day
Hold a candle and write a letter
To all lost daughters and parting sons
Who where the collateral cost
Of Mother's and Father's
Who there grandchildren will never know
Because the Cancer of which my Father spoke
The common folk would part
From the stark reality of 70 Britain
And thought the Sun never set
On the places now the emigrants stay
Loved one's left behind are missing
What England tore apart
Mother's, Daughter, Father , Brother
Someone who could only be reached on the end of a phone
Another lifetime away
Though not Grey
But could not keep the Blues at Bay
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