If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is forever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
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In spite of their hats being very ugly, Goddam! I love the
English.
[Fr., Quoique leurs chapeaux sont read more
In spite of their hats being very ugly, Goddam! I love the
English.
[Fr., Quoique leurs chapeaux sont bien laids,
Goddam! j'aime les anglais.]
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.
Ah! the perfidious English!
[Fr., Ah! la perfide Angleterre!]
Ah! the perfidious English!
[Fr., Ah! la perfide Angleterre!]
England! my country, great and free!
Heart of the world, I leap to thee!
England! my country, great and free!
Heart of the world, I leap to thee!
The Almighty in His infinite wisdom did not see fit to create Frenchmen in the image of Englishmen.
The Almighty in His infinite wisdom did not see fit to create Frenchmen in the image of Englishmen.
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."
This island is made mainly of coal and surrounded by fish. Only
an organizing genius could produce a shortage read more
This island is made mainly of coal and surrounded by fish. Only
an organizing genius could produce a shortage of coal and fish at
the same time.
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.
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.
