His are the seas that surround
The isles of the free
Their lakes, hills and valleys
And country estates
The Rangers that rove
The orchard and grove
Hunting for pheasants
And keeping out peasants
In the meadows and fields
His fillies can yield
There's hay for the horses
And cake for the poor
The homes of the homeless
Are never rent-free
Palaces and Castles
Are expensive to keep
Taxing his taxman
Is collecting more fees
Gold on the throne
A jewel in the crown
Patron of patrons
Charity not chaste
Begins in his home
The kids in his class
Bless their loyal subjects
And their conscious neglect
To reject their repression
As the nation expects
To comply with contrition
The pauper's condition
To obey and concur
With the dame and the sir
Loyal, respectful, proud to declare
Patriotic, hypnotic
Flags waving, hanging unfurled
Soldiers go marching
With trumpets and drums
In the land of the free
There's a price to be paid
By the new age wage slaves
Democracy's hypocrisy
When rulers don't rule
But own all they survey
For King and for country
Lets us all pray
God save the King