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| SONS of the race whose sires | |
| Aroused the martial flame | |
| That filled with smiles | |
| The triune Isles, | |
| Through all their heights of fame! | 5 |
| With hearts as brave as theirs, | |
| With hopes as strong and high, | |
| We’ll ne’er disgrace | |
| The honoured race | |
| Whose deeds can never die. | 10 |
| Let but the rash intruder dare | |
| To touch our darling strand, | |
| The martial fires | |
| That thrilled our sires | |
| Would flame throughout the land. | 15 |
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| Our lakes are deep and wide, | |
| Our fields and forests broad; | |
| With cheerful air | |
| We’ll speed the share, | |
| And break the fruitful sod; | 20 |
| Till blest with rural peace, | |
| Proud of our rustic toil, | |
| On hill and plain | |
| True kings we’ll reign, | |
| The victors of the soil. | 25 |
| But let the rash intruder dare | |
| To touch our darling strand, | |
| The martial fires | |
| That thrilled our sires | |
| Would light him from the land. | 30 |
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| Health smiles with rosy face | |
| Amid our sunny dales, | |
| And torrents strong | |
| Fling hymn and song | |
| Through all the mossy vales; | 35 |
| Our sons are living men, | |
| Our daughters fond and fair; | |
| A thousand isles | |
| Where Plenty smiles, | |
| Make glad the brow of Care. | 40 |
| But let the rash intruder dare | |
| To touch our darling strand, | |
| The martial fires | |
| That thrilled our sires | |
| Would flame throughout the land. | 45 |
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| And if in future years | |
| One wretch should turn and fly, | |
| Let weeping Fame | |
| Blot out his name | |
| From Freedom’s hallowed sky; | 50 |
| Or should our sons e’er prove | |
| A coward, traitor race,— | |
| Just Heaven! frown | |
| In thunder down | |
| T’ avenge the foul disgrace! | 55 |
| But let the rash intruder dare | |
| To touch our darling strand, | |
| The martial fires | |
| That thrilled our sires | |
| Would light him from the land. | 60 |
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