Once, thirteen British colonies
faced arbitrary laws
and Englishman, one Thomas Paine,
stood champion for cause.
A pamphlet against mad king george
and right divine pretense
he published in those colonies
and called it “Common Sense.”
And now, the British people face
much of the same today:
capricious and elitist laws,
diktats from far away,
no representatives to speak,
and old east block euroviets
to rule on ev'rything.
So, let this Yank of meager pen
in some small way return
the favor great that Mr. Paine
did pay to our concern.
For we as well face same mad king;
your fight is our fight too:
will Sov'reignty survive this night
or bow to order new?
And so this common sense I send
to ev'ry Sov'reign Brit:
where our dear leader barry points,
when our and their and your elites
all mouth the mad king's voice,
it should at once be obvious
which vote's the better choice.
And vote you shall: will Britainers
or eurocrats hold sway?
And though brussels would wear a frown,
vote Your Mind anyway.
Your land once green and pleasant has
too long not seen the sun.
So shout you “Brexit!” to the skies;
unleash the bulldog; run.
As brothers once, so brothers still,
yes, brothers all and one,
I say, “shout ‘Brexit!’ to the skies;
unleash the bulldog; run.”
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