The weary Britons saddened and dismayed
Thought isolation would bring peace and calm
So they opted to leave Europe Voting Day~
Alas,the act was real and not a Play
The Normans and the Anglo-Saxons warned
The weary Britons saddened and dismayed
Is God not coming down to cut away
The chains that tie us to the French alarms
We raved to leave old Europe Voting Day~
Britons are a mixture strange and fey
Some of us are Celts with Viking arms
Oh. angry Britons saddened and dismayed
The arms of God have broken as we preyed
Let refugees drown and our own poor burn
We opted to leave Europe Voting Day
It seems our average reading age is nine
The government, considerate, post on line
The British poor, inebriate, must pay
For not knowing what the EU was that Day
How my heart sings 