(It's a load of old John Bull) Cruel Britannia ruled the waves, Empire oiled by toiling slaves. White flag stained St.George Cross red, and blues sung for the countless dead God save brave Johnny Company, stiff-upper-lipped he sipped his tea, atop a mound of babes he'd killed, to keep our nations coffers filled. [Chorus] Think back and lie of England. Conceal the evil we have done. Think back and lie of England. Fake alibis for Albion Meanwhile back on British loam, Irish driven from their...