The West's asleep. Let England shake,
weighted down with silent dead.
I fear our blood won't rise again.
England's dancing days are done.
Another day, Bobby, for you to come home
tell me indifference won.
Smile, smile Bobby, with your lovely mouth.
Pack up your troubles, let's head out
to the fountain of death
splash about, swim back and forth
laugh out loud,
until the day is ending,
the birds are silent in the branches,
the insects are courting in the bushes,
by the shores of lovely lakes
heavy stones are falling.
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