“Good Old U.K.”

The sky is gray
And the valley is green

Over meadows of clover
In the fields of Dover

From cliffs of white
To Irish bar fights

Theres no other place
With such a wonderful face

The people who stood
And symbolized good

Through past and present
Seeing a future so pleasant

We will see it someday
That good old U.K.

Her cities and streets
And towering feats

Back down to the lowest
Old village thats slowest