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!

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!

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?

England with all thy faults, I love thee still--
My country! and, while yet a nook is left
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England with all thy faults, I love thee still--
My country! and, while yet a nook is left
Where English minds and manners may be found,
Shall be constrained to love thee.

Without one friend, above all foes,
Britannia gives the world repose.

Without one friend, above all foes,
Britannia gives the world repose.

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
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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.

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

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

'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."

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.