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OUR BRITISH HEARTS ARE LOYAL STILL.
No, no!—Severely, sternly tried,
Through many a long and darksome year;
Our wisdom spurned; our worth decried;
Our warnings met by flippant sneer;
And, last and worst, our Faith assailed;—
Still—in the very depth of ill—
Our constancy hath never failed,
Our British hearts are loyal still!
Through many a long and darksome year;
Our wisdom spurned; our worth decried;
Our warnings met by flippant sneer;
And, last and worst, our Faith assailed;—
Still—in the very depth of ill—
Our constancy hath never failed,
Our British hearts are loyal still!
Deserted by our Chiefs long proved,
We paused—then pitied, and forgave;
Forsaken by a King beloved,
We laid resentment in his grave.
Another filled the vacant throne,
Who bent him to the Movement's will;—
Our constancy unaltered shone,
Our British hearts were loyal still!
We paused—then pitied, and forgave;
Forsaken by a King beloved,
We laid resentment in his grave.
Another filled the vacant throne,
Who bent him to the Movement's will;—
Our constancy unaltered shone,
Our British hearts were loyal still!
We will not tell our feelings now—
Estrangement we can calmly bear;
The crown upon Victoria's brow,
We pray Victoria long may wear.
Our love, that needs no sun, will bloom,
If darkest shades inwrap the hill;
For be it gleam, or be it gloom,
Our British hearts are loyal still!
Estrangement we can calmly bear;
The crown upon Victoria's brow,
We pray Victoria long may wear.
Our love, that needs no sun, will bloom,
If darkest shades inwrap the hill;
For be it gleam, or be it gloom,
Our British hearts are loyal still!
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