Men of England! who inheritRights that cost your sires their blood.

Truth ever lovely - since the world began, The foe of tyrants, and the friend of man.

Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree-- It has been, and shall be, the land of the free.

Tomorrow let us do or die!

Beauty's witching sway is now to me a star that's fallen-a dream that's passed away.

The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn, Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return.

Coming events cast their shadows before.