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.

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

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

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.

Let Pitt then boast of his victory to his nation of
shopkeepers--(Nation Boutiquiere).

Let Pitt then boast of his victory to his nation of
shopkeepers--(Nation Boutiquiere).

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.

We are indeed a nation of shopkeepers.

We are indeed a nation of shopkeepers.

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!

In these troublesome days when the great
Mother Empire stands splendidly isolated in Europe.

In these troublesome days when the great
Mother Empire stands splendidly isolated in Europe.