(A re-post about immigration.  Timely, given the EU elections this week. And a reminder of when immigration was less benign)

 

Those crazy Normans brought a notion

To Pevensey Bay

It involved our demotion

And I don’t mean pay;

If your hairdo is flaxen

It’s a give-away

Then you must be Saxon -

Serfin’s here to stay.

 

You might have lorded the Manor

Been an Earl or a gent

Coat of arms or a banner

And owned half of Kent

We’re taking over your country

You Saxons are passé

Prepare yourselves for bondage -

Serfin’s here to stay.

 

There’s gonna be some changes

Like le droit de seigneur

(I get to shag your girlfiend)

If you’re in my tenure

And we bring a new language

For you to lire et parler;

Au revoir a l’anglais

Serfin’s here to stay.

 

You could end up slaughtered

If you disobey

“Hanged, drawn and quartered”

On your resume

All your children from birthing

From now until Doomsday;

Everybody’s gone serfin’ -

Serfin’s here to stay.