St. George of England

Lyrics

Saint George he was a fighting man, as all the tales do tell; He fought a battle long ago, and fought it wondrous well With his helmet, and his hauberk, and his good cross-hilted sword Oh, he rode a-slaying dragons to the glory of the Lord And when his time on earth was done, he found he could not rest Where the year is always summer in the Islands of the Blest; So he came to earth again, to see what he could do And they cradled him in England - In England, April England - Oh, they cradled him in England where the golden willows blew! Saint George he was a fighting man, and loved a fighting breed And whenever England wants him now, he's ready at her need From Crecy field to Neuve Chapelle he's there with hand and sword And he sailed with Drake from Devon to the glory of the Lord His arm is strong to smite the wrong and break the tyrant's pride He was there when Nelsom triumphed, he was there when Gordon died; He sees his red-cross ensign float on all the winds that blow But ah! His heart's in England - In England, April England - Oh, his heart it turns to England where the golden willows grow! Saint George he was a fighting man, he's here and fighting still While any wrong is yet to right or Dragon yet to kill And faith! He's finding work this day to suit his war-worn sword For he's strafing Huns in Flanders to the glory of the Lord Saint George he is a fighting man, but when the fighting's past And dead among the trampled fields the fiercest and the last Of all the Dragons earth has known beneath his feet lies low Oh, his heart will turn to England - To England, April England - He'll come home to rest in England where the golden willows blow!