St George

Wishing you all a fine, Anglotastic day, and if you want a soundtrack for your dragon-bothering, you can't do worse than Waterson:Carthy.


Well, I am Saint George and a God-fearing man,
I fight for Old England whenever I can,
With a banner in battle all foes to defy
Let “The Servant Saint George” be your battle cry.

And on my breast a red, red rose,
The flower of England wherever she grows.

For I am Saint George and a champion bold,
I fought with the dragon and I laid him out cold.
I fought with the dragon and I brought him to slaughter
And by those means won the King of Egypt's daughter.

And I fought with the dragon and I brought him to shame,
I was killed seven times but I still fought again.
I was killed seven times but it did me no ill
And God being willing I'll fight again still.

I was struck out at seven seas into five score,
The like it was ne'er seen in England before.
And they gave me a challenge, no one it denies:
See how high he flew, see how low he lies

Now up goes Saint George, so fair and so fine,
A star on his breast, it like silver doth shine.
He kindles the hearts of all women and men
May the victory be ours at the final Amen.