The Suppressed Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Hold up the Lion of England on high!
Shout for God and our right! _Chorus_.--Shout for England! etc. XXI =National Song= There is no land like England Where'er the light of day be; There are no hearts like English hearts, Such hearts of oak as they be. There is no land like England Where'er the light of day be; There are no men like Englishmen, So tall and bold as they be. _Chorus_.--For the French the Pope may shrive 'em, For the devil a whit we heed 'em, As for the French, God speed 'em Unto their hearts' desire, And the merry devil drive 'em Through the water and the fire. _Chorus_.--Our glory is our freedom, We lord it o'er the sea; |
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