In these troublesome days when the great
Mother Empire stands splendidly isolated in Europe.

In these troublesome days when the great
Mother Empire stands splendidly isolated in Europe.

Where are the rough brave Britons to be found
With Hearts of Oak, so much of old renowned?

Where are the rough brave Britons to be found
With Hearts of Oak, so much of old renowned?

'Tis a glorious charter, deny it who can,
That's breathed in the words, "I'm an Englishman."

'Tis a glorious charter, deny it who can,
That's breathed in the words, "I'm an Englishman."

Oh, to be in England,
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
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Oh, to be in England,
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf,
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England--now.

England with all thy faults, I love thee still--
My country! and, while yet a nook is left
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England with all thy faults, I love thee still--
My country! and, while yet a nook is left
Where English minds and manners may be found,
Shall be constrained to love thee.

Ah! the perfidious English!
[Fr., Ah! la perfide Angleterre!]

Ah! the perfidious English!
[Fr., Ah! la perfide Angleterre!]

Those pigmy tribes of Panton street,
Those hardy blades, those hearts of oak,
Obedient to a tyrant's read more

Those pigmy tribes of Panton street,
Those hardy blades, those hearts of oak,
Obedient to a tyrant's yoke.

A certain man has called us, "of all peoples the wisest in
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A certain man has called us, "of all peoples the wisest in
action," but he added, "the stupidest in speech."

Be England what she will,
With all her faults, she is my country still.

Be England what she will,
With all her faults, she is my country still.