The Captains And The Kings by Dubliners
The Captains And The Kings
I remember in September when the final stumps were drawn
And the shouts of crowds now silent when the boisterous cheer had gone
Let us O Lord above us remember simple things
When all are dead to love us, Oh, the captains and the Kings
When all are dead to love us, Oh, the captains and the Kings
We have many goods for export Christian ethics and old port
But our greatest boast is that the Anglo-Saxon is a sport
When the dart's game is finished and the boys there game of rings
And the draft and chests were linghuised, Oh, the captains and the Kings
And the draft and chests were linqhuised, Oh, the captains and the Kings
Far away in dear old Cyprus or in Kenya's dusty land
Where all bear the white mans burden in many a strange land
As we looked across our shoulder in West-Belfast the school-bell rings
And we sigh for dear old England, and the captains and the Kings
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