I'll Meet The Raging Of The Skies,

He Scorn'd His Own, Who Felt Another's Woe.

Britannia Needs No Bulwarks, No Towers Along The Steep; Her March Is O'er The Mountain Waves, Her Home Is On The Deep.

Coming Events Cast Their Shadows Before.

Tomorrow Let Us Do Or Die!

The Meteor Flag Of England Shall Yet Terrific Burn, Till Danger's Troubled Night Depart, And The Star Of Peace Return.