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 And we sigh for dear old England, and the captains and the Kings
In our dreams we see old Harrow and we hear the crow's loud caw At the flower show our big marrow take's the pride from evil and war Cups of tea and some dry sherry vintage car's, these simple things So let's drink up and be merry for the captains and the Kings So let's drink up and be merry for the captains and the Kings
As I wandered in a nightmare all around great Windsor Park Now what do you think I found there as I wandered in the dark? 'Twas an apple half bitten and sweetest of all things Five baby teeth had written of the captains and the Kings Five baby teeth had written of the captains and the Kings
By the moon that shine's above us in the misty mornin' night Let us cease to run our self down and praise GodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
