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Cruel Britannia

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Cruel Britannia

Cruel Britannia
(adapted from the song by James Thomson and Thomas Arne)

Image above: Famine in Mysore, India, while the British Raj exported food

by Rip Bulkeley

Now Britain fina-ally has learned ho-ow best
To li-i-i-i-ive with o-o-others on this earth,
To live, to live with others on this earth,
This epitaph, for wrongs we here confe-ess,
Shall remind us of our land’s rebirth:

Cruel Britannia,
This song shall be your grave.
No more victims seek, and no more slaves.
Cruel Britannia,
This song shall be your grave.
No more victims seek, and no more slaves!

Mindful humi-ili-ity becomes u-us well.
For ce-e-enturies of bloo-o-od we should atone,
For bloody centuries we should atone.
Let peace reshape us, our fantasies dispe-el,
Greed and arrogance be overthrown!

Repeat Chorus

 

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Rip Bulkeley

Rip Bulkeley is a semi-retired research historian and non-retired poet.