Thank you England

An empire large, given to gloat

On northern seaboard spam tins afloat

Convinced of invincibility

Munitions as cottage industry

In Belgian soil these secrets keep

for English blood spilled over Ypres

Senseless carnage, none can tell why

Bye-bye empire, empire bye-bye

Thirty plus years for it all to sink in

Now one hundred years on and still pay for the sin