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UNDER ARMS.
First of the Nations! Britain, from her towns
And country fields flock forth much youth to arms.
O'er seas, warbound, sail many valorous bands.
Burns one Imperial heart in every breast.
And country fields flock forth much youth to arms.
O'er seas, warbound, sail many valorous bands.
Burns one Imperial heart in every breast.
Proud Scots, stout Irish, with great England's soldiers,
Be like three strands, whereof one cable twined,
Together hold safe-riding this good ship,
Which tempest cannot shake, of Britain's State.
Be like three strands, whereof one cable twined,
Together hold safe-riding this good ship,
Which tempest cannot shake, of Britain's State.
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