Ode Colonial

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 From the green playing fields of Eton
(or whichever may be your Old School)
to dry dust of distant Dominions
o’er the waves of Britannia’s Rule,
where mad dogs and English Gentlemen
go out in hot Sun at midday..
I urge all to champion the Casuals
whenever They happen to play…

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 From each end of Earth’s far flung corners
to the Greenwich Meridian line,
whatever Your glass may be holding
(gin, port, or a Good Vintage wine)..
be upstanding by George and by Jingo,
doff Pith Helmet and heartily drink
a toast to Queen, Country and Empire..
and the team in Chocolate and Pink…


My dear Gentlemen and Gentlewomen (bounders, cads and rotters too),
Once again I encourage You to Follow the Fortunes of Corinthian-Casuals, a club carrying on the Noble Tradition of English Amateur Football. Reverend Arthur Twaddle, Vicar of the Parish of Lower Merkin.
PS. I hear rumour of rebellion in Scotland! What next – a change to the Union Jack? Queen Victoria will not be amused….

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/ode-colonial/