Bill Greenwell From Killeen to Aberdeen, on the grid in Milton Keynes, From Indian Queens to Letterbreen, every Jack and every Jean: Pour more fizz for Elizabeth, pour it, pour it, Iechyd da and hail-well-met, pour it, pour it, Pour more fizz for Lizabeth, toast her till we’re out of breath, Roar it, roar it; roar it.
From the bars of Crossmaglen to the pine trees of High Spen, From the Fens to Llanedwen, all the women, all the men — (Chorus)
From the bakers in Dundee to the golf at Rhos on-Sea, Pity Me, and Daventry, everybody, sing with me — (Chorus)
In the crofts of Muckle Roe, on the sands at Westward Ho!, Clitheroe and Wivenhoe, all the people, high and low — (Chorus)

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