Chase these drunken foreigners
Back to their ****** land.
Make sure they don't come back
Lest we cut off their filthy hands.

They walk right through our borders
And set fire to our barns
They **** our farmers' daughters
And they vandalise our farms

They bring their bows and arrows
And roll in their trebuchets
Then they fire off their weapons
And destroy our country's face.

Now go swift and see it done,
Send our armies to the field!
We'll make sure they don't come back again,
We'll show them what we feel.