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| ENGLAND, England, England, | |
| Girdled by ocean and skies, | |
| And the power of a world and the heart of a race, | |
| And a hope that never dies! | |
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| England, England, England, | 5 |
| Wherever a true heart beats, | |
| Wherever the armies of commerce flow, | |
| Wherever the bugles of conquest blow, | |
| Wherever the glories of liberty grow, | |
| ’Tis the name that the world repeats. | 10 |
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| And ye, who dwell in the shadow | |
| Of the century-sculptured piles, | |
| Where sleep our century-honoured dead, | |
| While the great world thunders overhead, | |
| And far out, miles on miles, | 15 |
| Beyond the throb of the mighty town | |
| The blue Thames dimples and smiles,— | |
| Not yours alone the glory of old, | |
| Of the splendid thousand years | |
| Of Britain’s might and Britain’s right | 20 |
| And the brunt of British spears;— | |
| Not yours alone, for the great world round, | |
| Ready to dare and do, | |
| Scot and Celt and Norman and Dane, | |
| With the Northman’s sinew and heart and brain, | 25 |
| And the Northman’s courage for blessing or bane, | |
| Are England’s heroes too. | |
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| North and south and east and west, | |
| Wherever their triumphs be, | |
| Their glory goes home to the ocean-girt Isle | 30 |
| Where the heather blooms and the roses smile, | |
| With the green Isle under her lee. | |
| And if ever the smoke of an alien gun | |
| Should threaten her iron repose, | |
| Shoulder to shoulder against the world, | 35 |
| Face to face with her foes, | |
| Scot and Celt and Saxon are one | |
| Where the glory of England goes. | |
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| And we of the newer and vaster West, | |
| Where the great war-banners are furled, | 40 |
| And commerce hurries her teeming hosts, | |
| And the cannon are silent along our coasts; | |
| Saxon and Gaul, Canadians claim | |
| A part in the glory and pride and aim | |
| Of the Empire that girdles the world. | 45 |
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| Yea, England, England, England, | |
| Wherever the daring heart | |
| By arctic floe or torrid sand | |
| Thy heroes play their part;— | |
| For as long as conquest holds the earth, | 50 |
| Or commerce sweeps the sea, | |
| By orient jungle or western plain | |
| Will the Saxon spirit be; | |
| And whatever the people that dwell beneath, | |
| Or whatever the alien tongue, | 55 |
| Over the freedom and peace of the world | |
| Is the flag of England flung. | |
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| Till the last great freedom is found, | |
| And the last great truth be taught, | |
| Till the last great deed be done, | 60 |
| And the last great battle is fought; | |
| Till the last great fighter is slain in the last great fight, | |
| And the war-wolf is dead in his den, | |
| England, breeder of hope and valour and might, | |
| Iron mother of men! | 65 |
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| Yea, England, England, England, | |
| Till honor and valor are dead, | |
| Till the world’s great cannons rust, | |
| Till the world’s great hopes are dust, | |
| Till faith and freedom be fled; | 70 |
| Till wisdom and justice have passed | |
| To sleep with those who sleep in the many chambered vast, | |
| Till glory and knowledge are charnelled, dust in dust; | |
| To all that is best in the world’s unrest | |
| In heart and mind you are wed;— | 75 |
| While out from the Indian jungle, | |
| To the far Canadian snows, | |
| Over the east and over the west,— | |
| Over the worst and over the best, | |
| The flag of the world to its winds unfurled, | 80 |
| The blood-red ensign blows. | |
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