I know that its not 'politically' correct but who cares I'm English and proud of it. 

Below are some of the most patriotic songs about Britain. If you happen to have any MP3 files for these  songs please let me  have a copy.

"This royal throne of Kings, this scepter'd isle,

This Earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,

This other Eden, demi~paradise,

This fortress built by Nature for herself,

Against infection and the hand of war,

This happy breed of men, this little world,

This precious stone set in the silver sea,

Which serves it in the office of a wall,

Or as a moat defensive to a house,

Against the envy of less happier lands,

This blessed plot, this Earth, this Realm,

this England."

William Shakespeare:

 "Richard II" Act 2, Scene 1, 32~48

1. God save our gracious Queen,     Long live our noble Queen,     God save the Queen!     Send her victorious,     Happy and Glorious,     Long to reign over us;     God save the Queen!

2. O Lord our God arise,     Scatter her enemies     And make them fall;     Confound their politics,     Frustrate their knavish tricks,     On Thee our hopes we fix,     Oh, save us all! 3. Thy choicest gifts in store     On her be pleased to pour;     Long may she reign;     May she defend our laws,     And ever give us cause     To sing with heart and voice,     God save the Queen!

4. Not in this land alone,     But be God's mercies known,     From shore to shore!     Lord make the nations see,     That men should brothers be,     And form one family,     The wide world over 5. From every latent foe,     From the assassins blow,     God save the Queen!     O'er her thine arm extend,     For Britain's sake defend,     Our mother, prince, and friend,     God save the Queen!

Rule Britannia

    Rule Britannia is Britain's defacto National Anthem.

bold = as sung on The Last Night of the Proms

When Britain first, at Heaven's command Arose from out the azure main, Arose from, arose from out the azure main; This was the charter, the charter of the Land And Guardian Angels sang this strain: Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves. Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves. The nations, not so blest as thee, Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall, Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall; While thou shalt flourish great and free, The dread and envy of them all. Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves. Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves. Still more majestic shalt thou rise, More dreadful from each foreign stroke; More dreadful, dreadful from each foreign stroke. As the loud blast, the blast that tears the skies Serves but to root the native oak. Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves. Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves.

Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame; All their attempts to bend thee down; All their, all their attempts to bend thee down. Will but arouse; arouse thy gen'rous flame, But work their woe and their renown. Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves. Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves. The Muses still with Freedom found Shall to thy happy coast repair; Shall to thy happy, happy coast repair. Blest isle with matchless, with matchless beauty crown'd, And manly hearts to guard the fair. Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves. Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves.

Land  of Hope and Glory

Dear Land of Hope, thy hope is crowned.
God make thee mightier yet!
On Sov'ran brows, beloved, renowned,
Once more thy crown is set.
Thine equal laws, by Freedom gained,
Have ruled thee well and long;
By Freedom gained, by Truth maintained,
Thine Empire shall be strong.

	Land of Hope and Glory, Mother of the Free,
	How shall we extol thee, who are born of thee?
	Wider still and wider shall thy bounds be set;
	God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet.

Thy fame is ancient as the days,
As Ocean large and wide:
A pride that dares, and heeds not praise,
A stern and silent pride:
Not that false joy that dreams content
With what our sires have won;
The blood a hero sire hath spent
Still nerves a hero son.

And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the Holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen? And did the Countenance divine Shine forth upon those clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here, Among those dark satanic mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold, Bring me my arrows of desire; Bring me my spear! O, clouds unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire! I will not cease from mental fight, Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land.

 

British Grenadier Guards

 

Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules,
Of Hector and Lysander, and such great names as these,
But of all the world’s great heroes,
There’s none that can compare,
With a tow, row row row , row row row,
To the British Grenadiers.

None of these ancient heroes ne’er saw a cannon ball,
Nor knew the force of powder to slay their foes with all,
But our brave boys do know it and banish all their fears,
Sing tow, row row row , row row row,
For the British Grenadiers.

When e’er we are commanded to storm the palisades,
Our leaders march with fuses, and we with hand grenades;
We throw them from the glacis about the enemies’ ears,
Sing tow, row row row , row row row,
For the British Grenadiers.

And when the siege is over, we to the town repair.
The townsmen cry ‘Hurrah, boys, here comes a Grenadier’.
Here come the Grenadiers, my boys, who know no doubts or fears.
Sing tow, row row row , row row row,
For the British Grenadiers.

So let us fill a bumper, and drink a health to those,
Who carry caps and pouches, and wear the louped clouthes.
May they and their commanders live happy all their years.
Sing tow, row row row , row row row,
For the British Grenadiers.

I Vow to Thee my Country

I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above,
entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love:
the love that asks no question, the love that stands the test,
that lays upon the altar the dearest and the best;
the love that never falters, the love that pays the price,
the love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice.

And there’s another country, I’ve heard of long ago,
most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know;
we may not count her armies, we may not see her King;
her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;
and soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase,
and her ways are ways of gentleness and all her paths are peace.

As you know I'm a Yorkshire lad born in sunny Dewsbury, for those of you who live outside the UK,  Yorkshire people have a reputation for straight talking and being thrifty    (some say mean !) with money, they are a proud and strong breed of people who don't take fools gladly. In many respects the people of Texas are from the same mold.

A famous scholar of the 18th Century once said

"Never ask a man if he is from Yorkshire. If he is he will tell you, if he does not why embarrass him"

Below is the anthem of Yorkshire, On Ilkley Moor Baht 'at   

On Ilkley Moor Baht 'at