https://www.project-syndicate.org/commentary/brexit-english-voters-unreconciled-imperial-decline-by-chris-patten-2019-01

PATTEN  Brexit Sweat and Tears

As the snow flies
On a cold and grey North London evening
A poor little baby child is born
On the Cally (on the Cally)

And his mama cries
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another hungry mouth to feed
On the Cally (on the Cally)

People, don't you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day?
Take a look at you and me
Are we too blind to see
Do we simply turn our heads, and look the other way?

Well, the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
On the Cally (on the Cally)

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal, and he learns how to fight
On the Cally (on the Cally)

Then one…

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a Knife, steals a moped
Tries to run, but he don't get far

And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a knife in his hand
On the Cally (on the Cally)

And as her young man dies
On a cold and grey North London evening
Another little baby child is born
On the Cally (on the Cally)

And his mama cries (on the Cally)

(on the Cally)

(Aah-aah)