“let england shake”
the west’s asleep. let england shake,
weighted down with silent dead.
i fear our blood won’t rise again.
england’s dancing days are done.
another day, bobby, for you to come home
& tell me indifference won.
smile, smile bobby, with your lovely mouth.
pack up your troubles, let’s head out
to the fountain of death
& splash about, swim back and forth
& laugh out loud,
until the day is ending,
& the birds are silent in the branches,
& the insects are courting in the bushes,
& by the sh-r-s of lovely lakes
heavy stones are falling.