Look, I like having legal rights; to be a citizen not just a subject,
but I’m not without doubts about this great European project.
No, I don’t fear drowning in seas of asylum seekers some’d prefer out of my backyard
but the far right’s rise darkens my night skies and I find some truths really are quite hard.
Yes, the status quo is twisted so some not so nice people do too well off it,
but I fear if we leave now, only the very nastiest of people really profit.
If I’m wrong I will happily sit and eat my hat,
though I know many a Toff Tory won’t be happy with that,
for they expect me to doff it, and tug me forelock…
but bwoy, I’m two quarters Yardy and one quarter Scot
and even the English bit ain’t loyal to the crown
as it remembers all the serfs, peasants and right-less workers these royalist have put down
in the name of building a nation of which we might all be rightly proud…
and so when their anthems are played only my silence is loud.
Peace trumps pounds, pomp and pageantry
even when it’s been all dressed up in markets and sophistry
‘Cos I’m sure ALL those who fell in war must never be forgotten
yet a century on, some would have us celebrate The Somme
which shows those who knows the history of the Tommy, something’s surely rotten.
So, unless you favour all our disputes of thought, fought on the Fields of Flanders again,
I would beg you all to vote, and to vote, to remain.