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St George is still venerated in a large number of places, by followers of particular occupations and sufferers from certain diseases. George, born in Cappadocia (modern day Turkey)?of a Turkish father and a Palestinian mother is the patron saint of Aragon, Catalonia, Georgia, Lithuania, Palestine, Portugal, Germany and Greece; and of Moscow, Istanbul, Genoa and Venice (second to St Mark). He is patron of soldiers, cavalry and chivalry; of farmers and field workers, Boy Scouts and butchers; of horses, riders and saddlers; and of sufferers from leprosy, plague and syphilis. He is particularly the patron saint of archers, which gives special point to these famous lines 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!'.
I am King George, the noble champion bold,
And with my trusty sword I won ten thousand pounds in gold.
It was I that fought the fiery Dragon, and brought him to the slaughter,
And by these means I won the king of Egypt's daughter
Baris conquered Ascapart, and after slew the boare,
And then he crossed the seas beyond to combat with the Moore.
Sir Isenbras and Eglamore, they were knights most bold,
And good Sir John Mandeville of travel much hath told.
There were many English knights that Pagans did convert,
But St. George, St. George, pluckt out the Dragon's heart!
St. George he was for England; St. Dennis was for France,
Sing: Honi soit qui mal y pense!
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From Wife to Husband
Happy St. George's Day, Darling
Why not have the day in bed
You're not one for slaying dragons
You married me instead
Jon Bratton ? 2007
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Happy St George's Day, Darling
This is not a day to moan
But today can you not slay the dragon
Just for once,?leave me Mum alone
Jon Bratton ? 2007
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From Mistress
Happy St George's Day, Darling
Come spend the day, with me, in bed
You're not one for slaying dragons
You married her instead
Jon Bratton ? 2007
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Today is St George's and the Bard's Birth and Deathday
Have the happiest of days
Just pondering...if he was born and died on the same day
How come he wrote?so many?f****ing plays
Jon Bratton ? 2007
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Today is St George's Day
He killed that thing with the firey face
So why do we English celebrate
A?Turk, who never set foot in the place
Jon Bratton ? 2007
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Just for men called George
Today is the 23rd April
This card is sent to say
George, to me you're a saint
Enjoy your special day
Jon Bratton ? 2007
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 Well Worth a Butcher's hook....Look
For all other men
Today is 23rd April
This card is sent to say
(Jimmy) to me, you're a saint
So today is just not your day
Jon Bratton ? 2007
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For men called George Saint
Today is 23rd April
This card is sent to say
According to formal official documents
Today is your Special, Day
Jon Bratton ? 2007
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For Susan George
It's 23rd April
This card is sent to say
To the hard of hearing and dyslexists
Today's your special day
Jon Bratton ? 2007
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On this day
"Remember that you are an Englishman,
and have consequently won first prize in the lottery of life"
Cecil Rhodes.
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Shakespearean Sonnet Contest
Upon this patriotic day, we hope,
St George, if you lived today,
That after battle with the vengeful dragon,
You'd enjoy refreshment at our tavern.
For the Plymouth Arms has fine food and ale
To tempt you when you're tired and frail.
Brian Penfound ?
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T'was just after Easter, I was wearing me bonnet
I sat down to write this Shakespearean sonnet
As an Imperial I ne'er shout of centimetres
Iambically speaking, know nowt of pentameters
This sonnet's to celebrate St George's Day
A rare opportunity for me to say
It's ironic, nay verily, more idiotic
That a Palestinian Turk makes me feel patriotic
At the next World Cup, may England prevail
At the Plymouth Arms, may this win me free ale
Jon Bratton ? 2007
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May your blessings outnumber
The?weeds that grow
And may troubles avoid you
Wherever you go
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May you be poor in misfortune
Rich in blessings
Slow to make enemies
Quick to make friends
But rich or poor,
Quick or slow,
May you know nothing but happiness
From this day forward
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It's a good day to be English
Being as it's, St. George's Day
Be proud of your English ?blood
And drink gallons of?beer today
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May green be the grass you walk on,
May blue be the skies above you,
May pure be the joys that surround you,
May true be the hearts that love you.
May your home be bright with cheer,
May your cares all disappear,
May contentment come your way,
And may laughter fill your day.
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Wishing you always?
Walls for the wind
And a roof for the rain
And tea beside the fire?
Laughter to cheer you
And those you love near you?
And all that your heart might desire!
May you have warm words
on a cold evening,
A full moon on a dark night,
And the road downhill
all the way to your door.
May the saints protect ye?
An' sorrow neglect ye,
An' bad luck t' the one
That doesn't respect ye.
An' the top of the morning
T' all that belong t' ye,
An' long life t' yer honour;
That's the end of my song t' ye!
May the road rise up to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
And the rains fall soft upon your fields...
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
May these rich blessings be your due?
A wealth of friendships, old and new,
Some service rendered, some solace given,
And gentle peace with God and Heaven.
May You Always Have...
enough luck to make you smile,
enough trials to keep you strong,
enough of all life's treasures
to keep you truly happy.
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Saint George is the pride of England's throne,
From east to west he holds his own
And none may dare in their pride to say,
That Saint George's Cross has seen its day
Saint George for merry England
When battle clouds at evening frown,
And the sun of peace in shade goes down,
The meteor flag shall its radiance cast
Lit up by the light of the gorgeous Past
Saint George for merry England.
When armies muster front to front,
That Cross must face the battle-brunt
For the heart of the Briton beats more warm
When he sees that beacon amid the storm:
Saint George for merry England.
Through England's fleet the watchword ran,
"SHE CLAIMS HIS DUTY OF EVERY MAN,"
And forth the standard of battle flew,
And what it signalled each man knew:
Saint George for merry England.
He knew that England's mandate says,-
When life and duty point two ways
The whole world shortly witness can
There's but one choice for the Englishman.
Saint George for merry England.
Beneath that Cross lie stood at bay
On the Belgian plain, through the livelong day,
That Europe's lords might the mettle try
Of Saint George's blood-red infantry.
Saint George for merry England.
The sun sank low on the pride of France
As our Captain said, "Brave Flag, advance!"
And she quailed as she saw the last rays shine
On the triumph step of that thin red line
Saint George for merry England.
Saint George's Cross bars the gates of Day
Where the snow ne'er melts on the Himaleh
That bannered Cross shall wave o'er them
While Japhet dwells in the tents of Shem.
Saint George for merry England.
Blazed high the Cross of the sea-girt isle,
When the death-reek rolled o'er the waves of Nile;
By sea, by land, it peerless is,
For no cheer comes home to the heart like this-
Saint George for merry England.
No plain of Europe lies so far
But has hailed that Cross in the van of war:
But the fairest motto that flag can claim-
I fight for honour and not for fame."
Saint George for merry England.
Old England loves her God too well
For Glory's gold her soul to sell,
And when she arms her for the fight
She arms, FOR GOD AND FOR HER RIGHT.
Saint George for merry England.
Unfurl, brave flag! as thou hast unfurled
Through a thousand years of the changing world,
And be thy Cross as pure from stain
When the thousand years come round again.
Saint George for merry England.
Gerald Moultrie
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ST GEORGE! St George for England!
Clear rings the ancient cry;
St George! St George for England!
Who dares to do and die?
The fiery cross has called them
From the lonely Highland glen,
And Cambria's lovely vales resound
To the tramp of marching men.
From Erin's shimmering island
They cry is still "They come!"
And Tara's sacred halls resound
To the music of the drum.
They have left the dead unburied,
And the marriage feast delayed
Till Belgium's wrongs are all avenged,
And the Huns' mad march is stayed.
They come from sunny Devon,
From Derby's vales and rocks;
Left are the pen, the loom, the plough,
Deserted are the flocks.
And St George is fighting for them,
While Heaven's vast Hosts, as one
Shall watch by them, and fight for them,
Till victory is won.
Mary Booth.
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St George
Saint George is a leading character in one of the greatest poems in the English language, Spencer's Faerie Queene (1590 and 1596). St George appears in Book 1 as the Redcrosse (sic) Knight of Holiness, protector of the Virgin. In this guise he may also be seen as the Anglican church upholding the monarchy of Elizabeth1:
But on his breast a bloody Cross he bore
The dear remembrance of his dying Lord,
For whose sweet sake that glorious badge we wore
And dead (as living) ever he adored.
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The lady that did first espy
The dreadful dragon coming so,
Unto St. George aloud did cry,
And willed him away to go;
"Here comes that cursed fiend," quoth she;
"That soon will make an end of me."
St. George then looking round about,
The fiery dragon soon espy'd,
And like a knight of courage stout,
Against him did most fiercely ride;
And with such blows he did him greet,
he fell beneath his horse's feet.
For with his launce that was so strong,
As he came gaping in his face,
In at his mouth he thrust along;
For he could pierce no other place:
And thus within the lady's view
This mighty dragon straight he slew.
The savour of his poisoned breath
Could do this holy knight no harm.
Thus he the lady sav'd from death,
And home he led her by the arm;
Which when king Ptolemy did see,
There was great mirth and melody.
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'For England, Harry and St. George'
Was said in ages past,
But now it's 'England, SVEN, St. George'
And long may all that last.
An English saint from overseas
And now embraced as ours,
But 'No Surrender' still rings out
From dark and violent powers.
I love my country, always will,
But won't support these thugs,
I'd rather slay this dragon sound
With cheers and smiles and hugs.
So sing out with 'Jerusalem'
At least give it a try,
Join this inclusive football chant,
Leave prejudice to die.
? JDT Ward?30/04/03
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