THE FULL CHARMING
It isn’t ourself a national treasureA happy and glorious spectacle every day
It isn’t the ever-rising taxes
That the people love to pay
Or their elected representatives
Who just get in the way.
It isn’t our fields our valleys and hills
Our lofty snow-capped mountains and our fjords
It isn’t our heritage attractions
And our over-crowded wards
Or tapping a loyal subject
With the tip of the royal sword
It’s the egg and bacon on the plate
That have made this country great
It’s the sausage and the kipper
That makes us all so chipper
It’s the glory of the Full Charming
It isn’t the rain the occasional sunshine
A frost in June or blizzards in July
It isn’t the academic brains
Or the over-flowing drains
Or the ancient civil rights to which
We gaily wave goodbye
It isn’t the queues to get to the loos
In the only interval of the play
It isn’t yer thespians in tights
Or our glorious theatre knights
Or the overcrowded street
With not a bobby on the beat
It’s the egg and bacon on the plate
That have made this country great
It’s the sausage and the kipper
That makes us all so chipper
It’s the glory of the Full Charming
As a Nation we can boast
That we marmalade our toast
It’s the glory of the Full Charming.
