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If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
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If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is forever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
In England three are sixty different religions, and only one
sauce.
[It., Il y en Angleterre soizante sectes read more
In England three are sixty different religions, and only one
sauce.
[It., Il y en Angleterre soizante sectes religieuses differentes,
et une seule sauce.]
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?
Bind her, grind her, burn her with fire,
Cast her ashes into the sea,--
She shall escape, read more
Bind her, grind her, burn her with fire,
Cast her ashes into the sea,--
She shall escape, she shall aspire,
She shall arise to make men free;
She shall arise in a sacred scorn,
Lighting the lives that are yet unborn,
Spirit supernal, splendor eternal,
England!
Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail,
Our lion now will foreign foes assail.
Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail,
Our lion now will foreign foes assail.
We are indeed a nation of shopkeepers.
We are indeed a nation of shopkeepers.
'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."
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.
Britannia needs no bulwarks
No towers along the steep;
Her march is o'er the mountain wave,
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Britannia needs no bulwarks
No towers along the steep;
Her march is o'er the mountain wave,
Her home is on the deep.