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.

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.

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.

Britannia needs no bulwarks
No towers along the steep;
Her march is o'er the mountain wave,
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Britannia needs no bulwarks
No towers along the steep;
Her march is o'er the mountain wave,
Her home is on the deep.

'Tis a glorious charter, deny it who can,
That's breathed in the words, "I'm an Englishman."

'Tis a glorious charter, deny it who can,
That's breathed in the words, "I'm an Englishman."

Men of England! who inherit
Rights that cost your sires their blood.

Men of England! who inherit
Rights that cost your sires their blood.

The men of England--the men, I mean of light and leading in
England.

The men of England--the men, I mean of light and leading in
England.

Where are the rough brave Britons to be found
With Hearts of Oak, so much of old renowned?

Where are the rough brave Britons to be found
With Hearts of Oak, so much of old renowned?

We are indeed a nation of shopkeepers.

We are indeed a nation of shopkeepers.