G   F  G             Dm    F        G          F   G              Dm       C
Somewhere in a town in England lay a babe with a curious smile

G   F      G            Dm F         G             F      G            Bb  Am    G
He was of your father’s children. Born each side of a dry stone mile.

G     F      G                     Dm         F         G            F       G                Dm       C
He grew up through the schools and factories. Brunel’s tunnels and bridges bold.

G       F         G             Dm F            G               F               Bb  Am G
Grey towers built high on that kingdom. With apartments still unsold.

Am                      G          F                                               C            Dm  C  Dm
Somewhere in a town in England. Could be Newcastle, Leeds or Birmingham

         C            Am        G               Am          C          Em
And were you made in England’s green and pleasant land?

Same as above:
He accepts no unemployment and is to indeterminate station bred.
Is possessed of skills and reason. Flies the flag upon his head

Watches the democratic process grind it’s way to the common cold.
Filled with fiery infiltrators who would pave the streets with England’s gold.

Instrumentals are easy to figure out once you get this.
 
 

Transposed by Jim McWeeney. Corrections provided by Peter Dawson. Many thanks.