Made in England — текст песни (Jethro Tull)

Somewhere in a town in england

Lay a babe with a curious smile.

He was of your fathers children.

Born each side of a dry-stone mile.



He grew up through the schools and factories,

Brunels tunnels and bridges bold.

Grey towers built high on that kingdom

With apartments still unsold.



Somewhere in a town in england.

Could be newcastle, leeds or birmingham.

And were you made in

Englands green and pleasant land?



He accepts no unemployment

And is to indeterminate station bred.

Is possessed of skills and reason.

Flies the flag upon his head.



Watches the democratic process

Grind its way through the commons cold,

Filled with fiery infiltrators

Who would pave the streets with englands gold.