We sailed on a boat overseas
To bring people to their knees
And make our country proud
On Zulu plains we spat upon foreign names
Where plain Drummer Hodge was slain
The battle snare still sounds
And we raise our caps to the Queen and the diplomats
We never doubt the facts
Bound by duties deeds
And we make no qualms with the Church of England psalms
There's never blood on our palms
Only dirty nails
We sailed on a boat overseas
To bring people to their knees
And make our country proud...
We sailed a boat...
When we step out of our door
We always try to help the poor
We offer them our cultured laws
And pray they follow the rules
But if they happen to decline
The foolish mark of savage swine
We lock them up to give them time
To pray and follow the rules
Throughout forever repeats come free
A storm will always break a tree
For ten more to rise and take it's place
The seed that conquers has no face
But as sure as the wind the King's throne is never empty
But until that day there will never be plenty
Because the foolish temperament of charity is sure
To take from the poor and give to the poor
Long live the King
Kneel and kiss his ring, singing;
Long live the King
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