I’ve heard a rumour,
It’s the British sense of humour
That will save us in the end.
War ships near Dover
Will not make us run for cover.
We will laugh. On this,
you can depend.

When the bombs are flying,
You will not hear us crying.
We will send them back, from
where they they came.
When buildings are falling,
You will hear us calling
Our enemy a funny name.

I love the British Isles.
The frequency of her smiles.
Her diversity’s a weapon and
And yes, the rumour’s true.
I’m laughing still, aren’t you?
Though humour may be a our last
defence to wield!


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