| Dance 'round the maypole, rappers and mummers
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| Stepping in and out of time
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| Cockneys, Brummies, Tykes and Geordies
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| Players in this pantomime
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| From Notting Hill to Tyneside Mela
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| Marching ghosts of colliery bands
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| Farmers, markets, high-tech sweatshops
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| Such a green and pleasant land
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| In an English country garden
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| «Clearing the land… ex-urban man»
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| Puddings made with bread and butter
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| The lash of the whip and rhyming slang
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| Speakers corner, Miners' Welfare
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| Images all juxtaposed
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| With this patchwork panorama
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| You have to laugh: «Do they mean us?»
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| Lager louts and laddish culture
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| St George’s cross upon your pate
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| John Bull on Beau Brummel’s waistcoat
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| Knuckles tattooed «Love and Hate»
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| Schizophrenic, new age, new man
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| Bite your lip, don’t make a fuss
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| The malaise of this English patient
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| You have to ask: «Do they mean us?»
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| «Oop north» where they bathe in gravy
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| Saris seen on cobbled streets
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| Down south it’s a top coat warmer
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| «Kiss me quick» on Margate beech
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| English blood runs mild and bitter
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| Adam’s ale or council pop
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| Refugees, asylum seekers
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| Multi-racial melting pot
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| Such inherent contradictions
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| A crisis of identity
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| Are the smiles all disingenuous?
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| Quote English eccentricity
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| From Land’s End up to Kielder Water
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| All make-believe and just-suppose
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| Given the whole «Sink and Puddle»
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| In the end: «Do they mean us?» |