Oh, to be in England,
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
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Oh, to be in England,
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf,
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England--now.

Bind her, grind her, burn her with fire,
Cast her ashes into the sea,--
She shall escape, read more

Bind her, grind her, burn her with fire,
Cast her ashes into the sea,--
She shall escape, she shall aspire,
She shall arise to make men free;
She shall arise in a sacred scorn,
Lighting the lives that are yet unborn,
Spirit supernal, splendor eternal,
England!

A certain man has called us, "of all peoples the wisest in
action," but he added, "the stupidest in read more

A certain man has called us, "of all peoples the wisest in
action," but he added, "the stupidest in speech."

It is the fortune of France.
[Fr., C'est la fortune de France.]

It is the fortune of France.
[Fr., C'est la fortune de France.]

Ah! the perfidious English!
[Fr., Ah! la perfide Angleterre!]

Ah! the perfidious English!
[Fr., Ah! la perfide Angleterre!]

The poor girl does not know how to have a conversation. Unfortunately, she does know how to speak.

The poor girl does not know how to have a conversation. Unfortunately, she does know how to speak.

Going to war without France is like going deer hunting without your accordion.

Going to war without France is like going deer hunting without your accordion.

Those pigmy tribes of Panton street,
Those hardy blades, those hearts of oak,
Obedient to a tyrant's read more

Those pigmy tribes of Panton street,
Those hardy blades, those hearts of oak,
Obedient to a tyrant's yoke.

Be England what she will,
With all her faults, she is my country still.

Be England what she will,
With all her faults, she is my country still.