St George was a refugee, arrived on a small boat.
Travelled from Turkey, he wasn't an English bloke
He didn't slay dragons, no sword to the throat
Shared among cultures, honoured by many folk
Wave that flag in anger, time to spread more hate
George was an immigrant who met a martyr's fate
St George was a refugee, hiding in a hotel
Lived a life you made a living hell
Born to Greek parents, not English-born nor bred
That's why you'd like to see him dead
Wave that flag in hatred, time to spread more fear
George was an immigrant, you wouldn't want here
St George was a refugee who is our patron saint
His life was multicultural, a picture you won't paint
Rome viewed him as an enemy, one with a taint
They unleashed religious hatred without restraint
Wave that flag in fury, time to spread more lies
George was an immigrant who you would despise

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