Ian Hunter Band - Letter to Britannia from the Union Jack Lyrics

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Letter to Britannia from the Union Jack

Letter to Britannia from the Union Jack Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Letter to Britannia from the Union Jack By Ian Hunter Band?
Poor Britannia, drowning in your waves
With the Body of the unknown soldier and the best of the brave I have known you ever since I was a child How come you don't salute me now when I smile You was always so young and on all o' that money How come new mourners pass you by and think it's so funny I'd be there with you but I'm chained unto this stake For I am loyalty but my mast I cannot forsake I looked down on a bunch of amusements, I looked down walls I've looked on hangings 'n parades 'n city halls And I've seen love in so many living rooms And I've seen rich men slowly die inside their tombs I know we're just two charms but it's heavy on my mind Have faith in me I said, now, look at time I know you're just a victim of your history but Have faith in me, I said and you would be free You pull me up and you pull me down And when the Queen's in residence I hang around I don't wave madly 'cos the climate's civilized Just flutter sadly 'cos I'm old 'n I'm wise And you-you been up, and you, you been down You been through many things I know you been around I have fought armies for you in the conflicts of the past Britannia, I implore you, do not lower me by half. |
Who Wrote Letter to Britannia from the Union Jack By Ian Hunter Band?
Ian Hunter
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