ClemantiCarol for Christmas Day
'God
help us you're no gentlemen... Is this the price we pay!?
(To
the Tune of ‘God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen…)
I.
The
people they have chosen
Oh
Lord what have they done?
Negotiations
started
And
we are on the run
The
Brexiteers play hard and fast
But
sense they all have none!
No
tidings of comfort or joy
Comfort
or joy
No
tidings of comfort, or joy.
II.
Oh
ye mindless Brexiteers
Please,
just give us a break
The
glory you imagine
Will
end up in heart ache
Though
Theresa May might get a deal
T’will
be many, many years.
Oh
gawd ye loathsome Brexiteers, Brexiteers
Oh
gawd ye loathsome Brexiteers
III.
In
Downing Street at number 10
The
Blessed May resides
With
‘Phil at Home’ her anchor
Clasped
safely to her side
She
wrestles with the many pleas
But
finds she can’t decide
Oh
which way must she surely jump, surely jump?
Oh
which way must she surely jump?
IV
Now
to The May sing praises
For
she is all we’ve got
Unless
you want young Corbyn
But
he cares not a jot
For
Europe is to him a curse
No
tidings of comfort or joy (there)
No
tidings of comfort or joy!
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