The World Around Us By Ken Marshall
As I look around my eyes turn North,
Where the English armies feared to go forth.
In terror brigades did fast-about-turns
Faced with bagpipes, haggis, worse still
- Rabbie Burns!
With your French beret on you are in 'La Belle France'
Watch the Moulon Rouge girls do their strip tease dance
You're sick from frog legs, but beyond you belief
The French eat Yorkshire pud and English roast beef!
In Dublin's fair city lived Paddy Maguire
A blacksmith proud but a bit of a liar
He was sacked by the boss for having a doss
But he's plenty more irons in the fire
See daffodils growing and thousands of leeks
The Welsh all play rugby - the embrocation reeks!
There are male voice choirs in the chapels after tea
All singing Myfanwy - and they're miles off key!
No wonder the Dutch don't laugh very much
With names like Van Hire, Clap Hans and such
They wobble round windmills on grotty old bikes
And wearing wooden clogs they fall off into dykes
With castanets clicking the Spaniards rejoice
That bull always loses - shout 'Ole' with one voice
Lets eat a paella with a young senorita
Then dance a Flamenco and 'stampa-da-fetta'
