Happy St Georges Day

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  1. To all the Englishmen of the forum, happy St Georges Day.

    Beef Wellington for dinner tonight :wink: :thumbup: :wav: :wav: :party: :party: :party: :smilebox: :eek:ccasion7: :eek:ccasion5: :eek:ccasion5: :eek:ccasion5: :hello1: :hello1: :headbang: :headbang: :blob: :whdat: :whdat: :salute: :salute: :cheers: :cheers: :cheers:
     
  2. Bangers and mash for me, followed by a large amount of dark brown beer. 8) :wav:
     
  3. :wink: :wink: these famous lines " CRY GOD FOR HARRY, ENGLAND AND ST GEORGE " from Shakespeare's Henry V, Act 3, Scene 1, l. 31:

    'I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
    Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
    Follow your spirit; and, upon this charge
    Cry God for Harry, England and St George!'.
     
  4. The full soliloquoy:
    Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
    Or close the wall up with our English dead.
    In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
    As modest stillness and humility:
    But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
    Then imitate the action of the tiger;
    Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
    Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
    Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
    Let pry through the portage of the head
    Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
    As fearfully as doth a galled rock
    O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
    Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
    Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
    Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
    To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
    Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
    Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
    Have in these parts from morn till even fought
    And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
    Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
    That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
    Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
    And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
    Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
    The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
    That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
    For there is none of you so mean and base,
    That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
    I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
    Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
    Or close the wall up with our English dead.
    In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
    As modest stillness and humility:
    But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
    Then imitate the action of the tiger;
    Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
    Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
    Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
    Let pry through the portage of the head
    Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
    As fearfully as doth a galled rock
    O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
    Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
    Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
    Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
    To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
    Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
    Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
    Have in these parts from morn till even fought
    And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
    Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
    That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
    Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
    And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
    Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
    The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
    That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
    For there is none of you so mean and base,
    That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
    I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
    Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
    Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
    Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'
     
  5. I wish I'd said that.

    Happy St. George's day, fellow Yeomen. :) :)
     
  6. Happy St George's day to all the English members, it's tatties and neeps for me.
     
  7. Apparently Tesco aren't selling St Georges flags as it un PC .
     
  8. But they were selling Hot Cross Buns with a red cross for St. Georges Day
     
  9. Ram it.

    I'm Cumbrian so will celebrate St Jimmy's day on the 8th May instead.
     
  10. And I'm only French if they win the world cup. :wink:
     
  11. Just a small town somewhere!!! :lol:
     
  12. How dare you. We had our own king once you know, and neither the porridge wogs or English could take us. We were invincible!

    Until the Romans showed up.
     
  13. We didn't want to take you, just your cattle and improve your stock by servicing a few of your quines then back hame for some oats and a dram or ten.

    I must say even though I am a Scot I felt sorry for you English folks, your national day and what a dearth of posts and one of those was mine.
     
  14. But there's no need.

    We don't suffer the insecurities of the outposts to feel the need to make a song and dance about it. 8)

    Anyway, sure I've said it before, but it should be 20 November, St Edmund's Day, not this shared Lebanese bloke.
     
  15. finknottle, Sir, lament ye not. Many of us knew it, felt it and rejoiced it without a word. It's our English way. :D
     
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  17. Aye, we have seen the English way with your football supporters abroad , shame on them and your country. :wink:
     
  18. Ah yes. Those chaps with the round ball. Perhaps a rich seam of violent agression, to be channelled and trained in time of need?

    As you say, though; not so good for how others see and perceive us. :oops:
     
  19. Anyway enough of this nationalism I consider myself to be British and dammed proud of it.
     

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