We’ll need a passport if we go to Wales
Snowdon is not English,I bewail
One can reach the summit on a train
To see old England and the Labour pains
We’ll have to go to Cumbria, is it ours?
There is no border yet,no Northern Powers
Hellvellyn and Great Gable are not small
The Cumbrian folk might link them by a wall
The banks and braes of Scotland are not ours
It’s cold and wet up there,don’t be coward
A foreign trip will need no aeroplane
There is not yet a Motorway to Spain
Wales and Scotland sundered from our land
Foreign travel there will give no tans
How my heart sings 