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 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. 
 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? 
 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. 
 Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail,
 Our lion now will foreign foes assail.  
 Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail,
 Our lion now will foreign foes assail. 
 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. 
 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! 
 '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." 
 England is a paradise for women, and hell for horses: Italy is a 
paradise for horses, hell for women.  
 England is a paradise for women, and hell for horses: Italy is a 
paradise for horses, hell for women. 
 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.