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ENGLAND, DEAR ENGLAND. |
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ENGLAND, DEAR ENGLAND.
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Where is the slave who, of England despairing,Aids not her cause when she summons her sons?
Where is the knave who, when foemen are daring,
Parleys for safety, or crouches and runs?
England ne'er grew them,
Her soil never knew them,
Wholesome's the earth in our isle of the sea.
Our maidens would flout them,
Our children would scout them,
We'd hoot them with scorn from our land of the free.
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England, dear England, our fathers before usBled for thy freedom, and left us their fame!
England our darling! the mothers who bore us
Gave us their blessing entwined with thy name!
Ours be the glory
To better thy story,
Lofty and pure be thy banner unfurl'd.
If great we receive thee,
Still greater we'll leave thee,
England, dear England, the Queen of the world.
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