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SPEED YOUR SAILS.
Speed your sails, ye Ships of England,
Crowd your colours to the mast,
Ye, that for a hundred winters,
Brav'd the billow and the blast;
Wreathe your gallant decks with roses—
Bid your loyalty be seen;
Let your vollied broadsides proudly,
And your voices, ringing loudly,
Swell the triumph of your queen!
Crowd your colours to the mast,
Ye, that for a hundred winters,
Brav'd the billow and the blast;
Wreathe your gallant decks with roses—
Bid your loyalty be seen;
Let your vollied broadsides proudly,
And your voices, ringing loudly,
Swell the triumph of your queen!
Front to front, ye hosts of England,
Flash your bayonets to the sky;
Ye, that 'mid the bolts of battle,
Bar'd your manly breasts to die,
Wreathe your conquering flag with roses—
Bid your loyalty be seen;
Let your drums and trumpets proudly
And your voices, soldiers, loudly
Sound the greatness of your queen!
Flash your bayonets to the sky;
Ye, that 'mid the bolts of battle,
Bar'd your manly breasts to die,
Wreathe your conquering flag with roses—
Bid your loyalty be seen;
Let your drums and trumpets proudly
And your voices, soldiers, loudly
Sound the greatness of your queen!
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For the mighty throne of England
Never nobler sovereign knew,
Worthier as a wife and mother,
Unto every duty true!
So I wreathe my verse with roses,
Bid my loyalty be seen;
And in heart and feeling proudly,
And in song and music loudly—
Sing the Queen! God bless the Queen.
Never nobler sovereign knew,
Worthier as a wife and mother,
Unto every duty true!
So I wreathe my verse with roses,
Bid my loyalty be seen;
And in heart and feeling proudly,
And in song and music loudly—
Sing the Queen! God bless the Queen.
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