So where’s our English cuisine gone?
The bangers and the mash?
Why go to Chinese restaurants
To spend your hard-earned cash?
Has bread and butter pudding gone,
And apple crumble too?
Where’s the liver and bacon gone
And delicious home-made stew?
When did you see emblazoned
On a restaurant in the street:
“We're serving British menues here –
Fresh veg and local meat”?
We’ve seven Italian restaurant’s here -
Which you may think is good -
But Italian friends all tell me that
“We’re here for British food.”
I’m speaking now of hearty meals,
And not of mean-cuisine –
Those arty little morsels served
On a plates, perhaps, too clean -
The banquets like my mother made:
Those meals beyond compare;
The sort of food worth waiting for
And cooked with loving care.
Be proud of British cooking then
For others think it’s great!
Thank God for scrumptious British beef
With Yorkshires on MY plate.
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