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Fight the good fight to save our England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

The time is coming . Thankyou to Tony Blair for causing all this trouble across the Arab world .him and Bush

Proud and patriotic Scot🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿and Brit.🇬🇧. Love our countries, love our rivalries but proud that we respect and understand our cultures, traditions and our loyalties to each other. Respected and envied across the globe. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🇬🇧❤️🤍💙

Beautiful song...I love it....inspiring...😊❤

The lyrics and pictures are spot on. How good it is to be an Englishman and draw breath on these God blessed islands. Thanks for sharing this.

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We English are being targeted by people who hate us and our England from within our England.🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 We are under attack from idiots who call our flag Racist and I for one, am sick of it.🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 If you don't like this flag 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 or this flag 🇬🇧 go live in another country.

the sun never set on the british empire

Repent and appeal to Almighty God in the name that never fails - Jesus Christ.

Unhooked 25 . Absolutely no one will question my pride in our great Nation 🇬🇧🇨🇦👍

Served in the British Army, afterwards as a police officer in London. Seeing what they were doing to my beloved country. I spoke up and argued only to face retribution for defending my country from the very leaders and people who claimed to be patriots. I raised my voice in defiance still standing for my country. I was attacked on all sides. Even those who said they agreed with me stood by and watched as I was constantly targeted. I was labeled as a threat or a Nazi. They wanted me to ignore crimes committed by those they protected. And to arrest my own countrymen who dared speak up. When I refused to follow their orders I faced retaliation over and over. Despite others agreeing with me no one stood with me. I was alone. Until finally I quit the police and left my home for America. Sorry for the rant but I am wondering and hoping my country, my England still has countrymen somewhere with hearts of lions who will stand and fight. If there is I will return home to stand once again against the tyranny..!

My anger and hatred towards the British government for the blinding treachery of Great Britain is something I cannot put into words. Seeing those people praying on the streets of Parliament was the worst thing I have ever seen. It's time to take back what is ours...

The time has come that us English MUST rise for our England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 and our culture to not only survive - But to thrive London June 1st 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 🇬🇧

My motherland. I am an Australian whose ancestors came from Surrey and Cornwall.

British by birth, English by the grace of God 🇬🇧🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

Thank you so much!

We should be very proud of our heritage of our history that makes us what we are today bless our British isles

What freedom the English were beaten into the mud by the duke of Normandy William the conqueror who imposed a viscious and vitreolic oppression called feudalism explioting the Anglo Saxons as a pool of cheap labour fodder to enrich the lords barons and dukes of the aristricray they then used them as expendable cannon fodder to create a viscious and vitreolic rascist empire exploiting the white working class and the non whites to enrich themselves filling the uneducated working class whites with cheap alcoholic drink strip clubs gambling casinos drugs and pornography// they occasionally pump up thier egos by artificial nationalism to keep them happy with thier wretchedness most. of it rascist in character/ please dont delete my comments try to understand them

am a Jock but love my brothers. British Scot. Great song. Loven it. Well done lads

So many of us have English, Scots, Welsh, Irish ancesters. We are naturally united.

I hope by now has been cleared to British people that Germany wasn't your enemy. Your enemy was within. I hope it won't take another 80 years to wakeup

To all English men and women be proud of our great country, don't be silent when others are running it down, stand up for our traditions and don't give an inch. This is our country, lets take it back 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

Who sang this?

🇬🇧⚔️💂I love you United Kingdom,I will give my life to defend our home land.

In the words of Shakespeare, ‘with inky blots and rotten parchment bonds, this England that was wont to conquer others, hath made a shameful conquest of itself’. Nothing more to be said.

God bless England!!!

My family came to England in 1066 and I have been fortunate to live in my country for 84 years. GOD BLESS ENGLAND ❤❤

Unfortunately, we are losing my England now is a shame to see with the 2 tier police system.The Amount of terrorists that live in the UK or in the UK, prisons is unbelievable. We've lost our country. Its a shame

Be very very proud of your English blood for it’s the best blood where ever you are in the world living you blood is English 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 blood god bless you all

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Born in Herne Bay Kent England raised in America I love both county's live free or die fighting.

GOD JESUS CHRIST BLESS BLESS ENGLAND AND THE ENGLISH PEOPLE

My father is English my mother is a mixture of Iberian and north African ancestry, wasn't born in England but i lived in England for the most of my time. I never really identify as British but i identify as English of my ethnicity being such and i grew up in such way

If any of you haven't yet, please have a look at Forefather's material. It is not everybody's cup of tea to be sure but it is pure Anglo Saxon music. Two lads from Surrey making songs about the glorious old English ways, what's not to like?

Love you guys

booooo! booo on you !

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Can't hold a british sailor down 🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧

Its shame how things have changed. God bless UK

I want to memorize this song! ❤

Sounds like a sea shanty with an Irish feel to it. St. Patrick's Day is approaching.

Love my England ❤❤❤

All the great songs of england feel like laments now. England and the English. Our bones are turning to dust.

Beautiful song. Well done

Nooovaaaaa Scooootia, hoist the sails, and we're out of the bay One last look back as we hail away with a fare thee well at the end of the day I'll be making my home Nova Scotia Suffered storm and tempest grave, crossed the sea, did the Scottish brave Thank the Lord, our souls did save, and we landed in Nova Scotia With a beauty fresh as a highland morn, as the sun rose upon a sweet fresh dawn I blessed the day that I was born to beeee heeeere God made this land in Eden's name, forged her heart from the wind and rain Cradled her by the ocean wave, when God made Nova Scotia Gave us faith in the darkest night, gave us strength in the hardest fight Made her heroes proud to die for a bonnie Nova Scotia With a beauty fresh as a highland morn, as the sun rose up on a sweet fresh dawn I bless the day that I was born to be here Nooovaaaaa Scooootia no one could love you like I do Nooovaaaaa Scooootia you know I'd give my life for you My Kinsman marching off to war Were the first to rally to the call in the hope and trust that they all adore our mother Nova Scotia from her shores they're sailing away It'll lift your heart like a bright new day from her arms and across the bay in the ships of Nova Scotia Nooovaaaaa Scooootia no one could love you like I do Nooovaaaaa Scooootia you know I give my life for you Should I not wake beneath her skies Should I not hear her lullabies then bury me neath the grassy rise in beloved Nova Scotia our passage done our anchors away with all my heart and soul I prayed when we return at the end of the day thank God made Nova Scotia Nooovaaaaa Scooootia no one could love you like I do Nooovaaaaa Scooootia you know I give my life for you Nooovaaaaa Scooootia no one could love you like I do Nooovaaaaa Scooootia you know I give my life for you.

I'm an Englishman. I'm from Bermondsey, South-East London. My father was called George. He was also from Bermondsey. His father, another Bermondsey man, was called George too. And his father, my great-grandfather, is from the same place. He was called Edward. These three generations of my family, were in the fish trade. I'm the first member of my family not to work at the market in Billingsgate. My great-grandfather had eleven brothers and sisters. I dont know exactly how many of his generation married or exactly how many children they produced. I've so far tracked over two-hundred of them. Many still live in Bermondsey. Some are still in the fish trade. There are seven called George, and five called Victoria. I stand here, in front of you, as a representative of all of them. And I ask in their name the great question put by our patron, Mr Powell. What do they know of England, who only England know? Or, what can my family, who come from England, who lived in England, who know only England, say of this, our country? Mr Powell once spoke of the destruction of ancient Athens and the miraculous survival in the blackened ruins of that city of the sacred olive tree; the symbol of Greece, their country. And he also spoke of us, the English, at the heart of a vanished empire, seeming to find within ourselves that one of our own oak trees, the sap rising from our ancient roots, and he said perhaps, after all, we who have inhabited this island fortress for an unbroken thousand years, brought up, as he said, within the sound of English bird song under the English oak, in the English meadow, beneath the red cross of St. George, it is us who know most of England. And I appreciated him for saying that, because it was as if he spoke for my family, who understand well their own country. Who understand even better their own capital, London town, as we used to call her. As we strolled in her parks, as we marveled at her palaces, as we did buisness in the city, went west for a dance, took a boat on the river. The pale ale and eel pie of old London. The London of my family for as many generations as I know. The London that will in less than fifteen years will be less than fifty percent white. London, where in fifteen years a white person will be in the minority. Am I racist? No. Do I have anything against people of other races? No. So what then is my gripe? My gripe, and I speak on behalf of seven men called George and five women called Victoiria, my gripe is quite simple. My gripe is that we were never asked. My gripe is that we were told, not asked, and everyday we are told again and again how we are to be and how our country is to be. We are told by them, and we know who they are, they're English too. They are the class that has always set themselves apart, they are the class that has always taken what they wanted for themselves, and now they are the class that is giving England away. They have never asked us, and they never will. Do we allow them to sell our heritage? Or is it time for us to speak? To speak, to refuse them the right to give away our holy, or bountiful, our only England that has, that has nurtured us, naked, grown us as the oak. Is it time for us that England know to come yet again and defend our country? With our fire, our fists? Is it time for us sons to rise again? I say yes. I say yes. I say... Yes.

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I'm a proud Anglo Saxon my ancestors bled for these lands God bless you all

We served people who committed Treason. They still commit it whilst the country is being destroyed by illegal immigration, whilst those we served alongside die on our streets. What are you going to do about it?