Morrissey -- Irish Blood, English Heart

And spit upon the name Oliver Cromwell

I've been dreaming of a time when

The English are sick to death of labor and Tories

That still salute him and will salute him forever

Irish blood, English heart, this I'm made of

There is no one on earth I'm afraid of

And I will die with both of my hands untied

Racist or partial

And denounce this royal line

There is no one on earth I'm afraid of

And no regime can buy or sell me

I've been dreaming of a time when

To be English is not to be baneful

To be standing by the flag not feeling shameful

Irish blood, English heart, this I'm made of