geoff. It's well worth the read tho.

I better make sure I'm comfortable then Be worth it though

am stocking up on printer cartridges as we speak

libs

lol libs

"The furzy down, the moorland heath,
The steam plough shall invade;
Nor park nor manor shall escape -
Common, nor forest glade.


"Degenerate sons of manlier sires
To lower joys shall fall;
The faithless lore of Germany,
The gilded vice of Gaul.


"The sports of their forefathers
To baser tastes shall yield;
The vices of the town displace
The pleasures of the field.


"For swiftly o'er the level shore
The waves of progress ride;
The ancient landmarks one by one
Shall sink beneath the tide.


"Time honoured creeds and ancient faith,
The Alter and the Crown,
Lordship's hereditary right,
Before that tide go down.


"Base churls shall mock the mighty names
Writ on the roll of time;
Religion shall be held a jest,
And loyalty a crime.


"No word of prayer, no hmyn of praise
Sound in the village school;
The people's education
Utilitarians rule.


"In England's ancient pulpits
Lay orators shall preach
New creeds, and free religions
Self made apostles teach.


"The peasants to their daily tasks
In surly silence fall;
No kindly hospitalities
In farmhouse nor in hall.


"Nor harvest feast nor Christmas tide
Shall farm or manor hold;
Science alone can plenty give,
The only God is gold.


"The homes where love and peace should dwell
Fierce politics shall vex,
And unsexed woman strive to prove
Herself the coarser sex.


"Mechanics in their workshops
Affairs of state decide;
Honour and truth - old fashioned words -
The noisy mob deride.


"The statesman that should rule the realm
Coarse demagogues displace;
The glory of a thousand years
Shall end in foul disgrace.


The honour of old England,
Cotton shall buy and sell,
And hardware manufacturers
Cry "Peace - lo, all is well".


Trade shall be held the only good
And gain the sole device;
The statesman's maxim shall be peace,
and peace at any price.


"Her army and her navy
Britain shall cast aside;
Soldiers and ships are costly things,
Defence an empty pride.


"The German and the Muscovite
Shall rule the narrow seas;
Old England's flag shall cease to float
In triumph on the breeze.


"The footsteps of th' invader,
Then England's shore shall know,
While home-bred traitors give the hand
To England's every foe.


"Disarmed, before the foreigner,
The knee shall humbly bend,
And yield the treasures that she lacked
The wisdom to defend.


"But not for aye - yet once again,
When purged by fire and sword,
The land her freedom shall regain,
To manlier thoughts restored.


"Taught wisdom by disaster,
England shall learn to know,
That trade is not the only gain
Heaven gives to man below.


"The greed for gold departed
The golden calf cast down,
Old England's sons shall raise again
The Alter and the Crown.


"Rejoicing seas shall welcome
Their mistress once again;
Once more the banner of St George
Shall rule upon the main.


"The blood of the invader
Her pastures shall manure,
His bones unburied on her fields
For monuments to endure.


"Again in hall and homestead,
Shall joy and peace be seen,
And smiling children raise again
The maypole on the green.


"Again the hospitable board
Shall groan with Christmas cheer,
And mutual service bind again
The peasant and the peer.


"Again the smiling hedgerow
Shall field from field divide;
Again among the woodlands
The scarlet troop shall ride."


Again it seemed that aged fox,
More prophecies would say,
When sudden came upon the wind,
"Hark forrard, gone away".


The listener started from his trance -
He sat there all alone;
That well-known cry had burst the spell,
The aged fox was gone.


The huntsman turned,
He spurred his steed,
And to the cry he sped;
And when he thought upon that fox,
Said naught, but shook his head

It's lovely Geoff.

Exactly Carol