The Hedgerows of England

The hedgerows of England are symbolic signs
And, carefully marking out boundary lines
In hawthorn and blackthorn, they seek to enclose
Our frozen estates; and as everyone knows
We all like to practice our favoured pursuits
We lower our drawbridges, pull up our boots

And honour our promises not to fall short
Oppressing the masses for profit and sport
Yes, profit and sport, profit and sport...
Perhaps if you press me, I may try the port?

My lady of leisure takes tea on the lawn
Polite conversation, but cannot be drawn
On capital punishment, murder or theft
Or the WI moving far to the Left.
Discussion then moves to the Reverend's piles
Lacing it all with the faintest of smiles

The trick, when you know it, is not to be caught
Oppressing the masses for profit and sport
Yes, profit and sport, profit and sport...
I think we have time for a little more port?

The essence is never to mean what you say
But still get across what you mean to convey
Duplicity oiling the wheels as they spin
Sincerity counts as the eighth deadly sin!
We still tell the tale of the Peasants' Revolt
The lesson providing a valuable jolt

We went to the barricades, oh how we fought
Oppressing the masses for profit and sport!
For profit and sport, for profit and sport...
I say, that's really a beautiful port!

So don't give a thought to the hue of your skin
A wonderful thing is a lottery win!
If fate has dictated that you have been blessed
We welcome you in as a privileged guest
But if there is one little message, it's this
We're skilled at the courteous Glaswegian Kiss!

Sometimes it's natural, sometimes it's taught
Oppressing the masses for profit and sport
For profit and sport, for profit and sport
Something to remember, so give it a thought
It's right what they're saying, you're really our sort...

By jingo, but that was a wonderful port!



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Writer(s): Trevor Midgley
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