Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude
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Wednesday, 31 January 2018

A British Martial Theme Here At The Thunderbox Today...

As a loyal Canukistani citizen I used to be, by extension, a loyal subject of The Crown as well. Then Chuck and Di happened and if the Royal line ended with Elizabeth, I suppose that'd be a good thing. I held out hope for Prince Harry for awhile - but he's just shaping up to be another pillock the same as his dad and big brother. Screw 'em - the Royals are much like England itself: a decaying symbol of a decaying country.

The theme of today's musical selection is from the glory days of Empire. Imagine America trying to hold it's place in the world today if there were not only China and Russia - but 5 or 6 other equally powerful nations. Britannia did just that, and at her peak commanded 3/5ths of the globe. She did that with sail, steel, and shot. No technological super-weapons, no aircraft carrier groups. Your sword and your pistol were all that separated you from a hole in the ground leagues away from your home and loved ones. Yet they did it, and did it in style!

Here's forty shillings on the drum
For those who volunteer to come,
To 'list and fight the foe today
Over the Hills and far away

O'er the hills and o'er the Main
Through Flanders, Portugal and Spain
King George commands and we obey
Over the hills and far away

When duty calls me I must go
To stand and face another foe
But part of me will always stray
Over the hills and far away

If I should fall to rise no more
As many comrades did before
Then ask the pipes and drums to play
Over the hills and far away

Then fall in lads behind the drum
With colours blazing like the sun
Along the road to come what may
Over the hills and far away

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