Ill fares a land
To hasting ills a prey
Where wealth accumulates
And men decay.
Princes and Lords may florish
Or may fade
A breath has made it
As a breath has made
But a bold peasantry
Their countty's pride
When once distroyed
Will never be supplied
A time there was on England's griefs
When every root of ground maintsins it man
Because that is where life begun
PLEASE DON'T FORGET THAT THE PARTHERNON MARBLES MUST RETURN TO GREECE
NEW DEMOCRACY IS EXCELLENT FOR GREECE
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