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God
save the Queen |
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God save our gracious
Queen,
Long live our noble Queen,
God save the Queen!
Send her victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us,
God save the Queen! O Lord our God, arise,
Scatter her enemies,
And make them fall.
Confound their politics,
Frustrate their knavish tricks,
On Thee our hope we fix,
God save us all!
Thy choicest gifts in store
On her be pleased to pour,
Long may she reign!
May she defend our laws,
And ever give us cause
To sing with heart and voice,
God save the Queen!
Our loved Dominion bless
With peace and happiness
From shore to shore;
And let our Empire be
United, loyal, free,
True to herself and Thee
For ever more. |
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Land of Hope and Glory |
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Land of Hope and Glory, |
Mother of the Free,
How shall we extol thee, who are born of thee?
Wider still and wider shall thy bounds be set;
God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet;
God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet! |
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Rule,
Britannia |
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When Britain first, at
Heaven's command | Arose from out the azure main,
Arose, arose, arose from out the azure main;
This was the charter, the charter of the land,
And guardian angels sung this strain:
Rule, Britannia! | Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never, never shall be slaves! |
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There'll always be an England |
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There'll always be an
England, | while there's a country lane,
wherever there's a cottage small | beside a field of grain.
There'll always be an England, | while there's a busy street,
wherever there's a turning wheel, | a million marching feet.
Red, White and Blue, | what does it mean to you?
Surely, you're proud, | shout it aloud: | "Britons awake!"
The Empire too, | we can depend on you!
Freedom remains, | these are the chains, | nothing can break! |
There'll always be an England, | and England shall be free!
If England means as much to you | as England means to me! |
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The White Cliffs of Dover |
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There'll be bluebirds
over, | The White Cliffs of Dover,
tomorrow, just you wait and see!
There'll be love and laughter
and peace ever after,
tomorrow, when the world is free! |
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Auld
lang syne |
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Should auld acquaintance
be forgot, | And never brought to min'?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, | And days o' lang syne?
For Auld lang syne, my dear, | For auld lang syne,
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet, | For auld lang syne. |
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The
New Jerusalem |
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And did those feet in
ancient time | Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God | On England's pleasant pastures seen?
And did the Countenance Divine | Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here | Among these dark Satanic Mills? Bring me my bow of
burning gold! | Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold! | Bring me my chariots of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight, | Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem | In England's green and pleasant land.
William Blake |
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Tribute to Diana, Princess of Wales |
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 Goodbye England's Rose |
May you ever grow in our hearts.
You were the grace that placed itself | Where lives were torn apart.
You called out to our country, | And you whispered to those in pain.
Now you belong to heaven, | And the stars spell out your name.
And it seems to me you lived your life | Like a candle in the wind:
Never fading with the sunset | When the rain set in.
And your footsteps will always fall here, | Along England's greenest hills;
Your candle's burned out long before | Your legend ever will.
Loveliness we've lost; | These empty days without your smile.
This torch we'll always carry | For our nation's golden child.
And even though we try, | The truth brings us to tears;
All our words cannot express | The joy you brought us through the years.
Goodbye England's Rose, | From a country lost without your soul,
Who'll miss the wings of your compassion | More than you'll ever know.
Elton John |
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