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John Betjeman - In Westminster AbbeyJohn Betjeman - In Westminster Abbey
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Let me take this other glove off As the vox humana swells, And the beauteous fields of Eden Bask beneath the Abbey bells. Here, where England`s statesmen lie, Listen to a lady`s cry. Gracious Lord, oh bomb the Germans, Spare their women for Thy Sake, And if that is not too easy We will pardon Thy Mistake. But, gracious Lord, whate`er shall be, Don`t let anyone bomb me. Keep our Empire undismembered Guide our Forces by Thy Hand, Gallant blacks from far Jamaica, Honduras and Togoland; Protect them Lord in all their fights, And, even more, protect the whites. Think of what our Nation stands for, Books from Boots` and country lanes, Free speech, free passes, class distinction, Democracy and proper drains. Lord, put beneath Thy special care One-eighty-nine Cadogan Square. Although dear Lord I am a sinner, I have done no major crime; Now I`ll come to Evening Service Whensoever I have the time. So, Lord, reserve for me a crown, And do not let my shares go down. I will labour for Thy Kingdom, Help our lads to win the war, Send white feathers to the cowards Join the Women`s Army Corps, Then wash the steps around Thy Throne In the Eternal Safety Zone. Now I feel a little better, What a treat to hear Thy Word, Where the bones of leading statesmen Have so often been interr`d. And now, dear Lord, I cannot wait Because I have a luncheon date.
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