Men Of England! Who Inheritrights That Cost

The Proud, The Cold Untroubled Heart Of Stone, That Never Mused On Sorrow But Its Own.

How Delicious Is The Winning Of A Kiss At Love's Beginning, When Two Mutual Hearts Are Sighing For The Knot There's No Untying!

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

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

O Star-eyed Science, Hast Thou Wander'd There, To Waft Us Home The Message Of Despair?