
No one calls it racist,
When the daffodil's worn in Wales:
Or is offended by their dragon
With its forked tail and scales.
When St Patrick’s day comes round
And the shamrock's being worn,
The Irish are not treated
With insult or with scorn.
If a Scotsman on St Andrew’s day
Hoists his flag aloft,
He’s not proclaimed a fascist
Or ridiculed or scoffed.
So when St George's Day arrives
We English men won't hide,
For Elizabeth, England & St George
We’ll wear our Rose with pride.
Thanks to 'Susan' on Facebook.

A reason for a National Holiday ?
In the thirteenth century a certain gentleman called Jacques de Voragine wrote a story called Legenda Aurea, which translates to “Golden Legend”.
De Voragine tells of the city of Silene in Libya which was menaced by a dragon in a nearby lake with breath so foul that it poisoned the countryside.
To keep the monster at bay it had been necessary to provide a daily sacrifice of two sheep. But eventually, when the supply of sheep ran out, human substitutes had to be offered. Eventually, they got down to sacrificing the children and one day it was the turn of the king’s own daughter.
At this moment St. George, in the role of a knight errant, makes a timely appearance.
He asks the princess what is happening …..she tells him…..and beseeches him to save himself by fleeing.
Naturally, St. George stands his ground and, when the dragon emerges from the lake, smites it with his spear, “..and hurt him sore..”.
The dragon is so seriously wounded (and possibly so astonished) that it is led meekly back into the city by the princess.
St. George makes a brief oration, baptizes the entire population (those few who had not been put on the dragon’s menu ) and then, with a striking want of Christian forgiveness….lops off the dragons head !
So in 1349 King Edward III made St. George the patron saint of England ; a curious choice, given the English love of all animals (other than foxes and game birds ).
A strange tale and a strange reason for a National Holiday, don't you think ?