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YE GALLANT MEN OF ENGLAND.
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Ye gallant men of England,Of noble races bred,
Remember how your fathers
For liberty have bled;
Stand to your ancient banners,
In a thousand battles torn—
The banners of Great Britain,
To a thousand victories borne.
II
When flags of tyrants, flying,Insult the air again,
And freedom's sons are dying
Upon the bloody plain,
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With all your native might,
And carve your way to justice,
Or perish for the right.
III
Ye sons of ancient heroes,And heirs of England's fame,
Wherever danger threatens
Be worthy of your name;
And hurl each bold aggressor
Into his native lair,
To rule the slaves and traitors
That crawl around him there.
IV
Though knaves and cowards trembleBeneath despotic sway,
And fools to wily tyrants
Resign, a willing prey,
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Bred by the Western main,
The freedom won by battle
By battle can maintain.
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