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The Manx National Anthem


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LAND of big girth,

O comeovers from the land of murph

O seaweed smells so strong in the air;

Building firms like Dandara rule,

Their throne do planners rule

Makes us free as thy sweet electric chair.

 

Ye sons of michael moyle,

Criminals In hardship and toil,

That plough both the pubs and the offey,

drink Harp while you can,

And think of the Man,

Who sentenced you to a year or three.

 

When fleeced by those jokes

Their frail little boats,

They ceased at His gentle command;

Despite all our fear,

Euromanx is near

To safeguard our dear place to land.

 

Let moaners rejoice,

' And lift up their voice,

No danger, the mannin line they can call;

Our chavs in reeboks

with trackies tucked into their socks

With buckfast fuelled fights they shall fall.

 

Our Island, is blessed, with only the finest;

chips cheese and gravy with no sign of peas;

No truer a word, our seas filled with turds,

And crowneth our youths with some E's.

 

Then let ugly men rejoice

With heart, soul, and voice,

With St Johns the divide;

That each single hour

We trust in their flowers

That the Peel girls open wide.

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Being a comeover (I'm English) I can safely say that the God save the Queen means nothing to me.

Ah - it's god save the queen? Thought that "god shave our mighty queen" sounded odd - put it down to British humour and all that, though...

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