Poems, Chiefly Lyrical/National Song
NATIONAL SONG.
There is no land like EnglandWhere'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 EnglandWhere'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 'emUnto their heart's desire,And the merry devil drive 'emThrough the water and the fire.Full Ch.—Our glory is our freedom,We lord it o'er the sea;We are the sons of freedom,We are free.
There is no land like England,Where'er the light of day be;There are no wives like English wives,So fair and chaste as they be.There is no land like England,Where'er the light of day be;There are no maids like English maids,So beautiful as they be.Chorus—For the French, &c.