Isle of Britannia

By Alex Flett
Isle of Britannia what hath become of the
nestled between the north and the irish sea
wjy was our home isle diseased with greed
britannia what hath become of thee
since time immemorial my blood flowed across yer shires
you took our gifted women and burned them in the fires
witches yes they were but youre the only wicked I see
britannia what hath become of thee
britannia what hath become of thee
britannia what hath become of thee
who can we blame for this surely not the common folk of england
and a' course ne'er wales nor scotland
a sinister secret stole britannia I see
britannia what hath become of thee
mind controlled men sailed waving the union jack
to pillage rape and genocide the whole world with your attack
I must rise and go now somewhere I can be free
britannia what hath become of thee
britannia what hath become of thee
britannia what hath become of thee
4 thousand pagans burned come the 18th century
to drive us away in fear from the ways of our ancestry
unrooted now theres space for your poison seed
britannia what hath become of thee
Im the son of a daughter of a son of a daughter of a witch ye could not burn
the celtic spirit will never die and this you must learn
oh no matter where I go scottish blood ill be
britannia what hath become of thee
britannia what hath become of thee
britannia what hath become of thee