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First Line: Oh, our britain is a noble realm, as all the nations know
Last Line: While stalwart arms and loyal hearts are to their country true.
Subject(s): Great Britain; Patriotism


OH, our Britain is a noble realm, as all the nations know,
She fought the Don, the Gaul, the Russ, and brought their boastings low;
She rules the stormy main, she holds full half the earth in fee,
And where her glorious banner flies, there every man is free.

Chorus -- Then cheer for noble Britain all, with one! two! three!
Triumphant ever shall she be, o'er land and over sea;
The sword and gun were never forged could make our Mother rue,
While stalwart arms and loyal hearts are to their Country true.

May be the crafty Muscovite would bring her greatness down,
May be the Dutchman grudges her her greatness and renown;
Our friends across the herring-pond grow spiteful now and then,
So ironclad let her navies be, and hearts of oak her men.

Chorus -- Then cheer for noble Britain all, with one! two! three!
Triumphant ever shall she be, by land and over sea;
The sword and gun were never forged could make our Mother rue,
While stalwart arms and loyal hearts are to their Country true.

Ay, never fear for Britain, let the plotters work their will,
Let them skulk in treacherous ambush, belching fire from rock and hill;
Though her generals may blunder, though her bravest sons are slain,
Though her best blood flows like water, and the sacrifice seems vain --

Chorus -- Still cheer for noble Britain, and ere yet your tears are shed,
Tend the wounded, feed the children, who have lost for you their bread;
Never doubt our final triumph, we will rout them, never fear,
When we bolt them from their rat-holes, to the open, fair and clear.

Let us set our teeth together, till the bloody task is done,
Never doubt our final triumph -- we will make the Burghers run,
Lance, bayonet, and sabre we will make the rebels feel,
Krupp himself can forge no truer than our home-made British steel.

Chorus -- Then cheer for noble Britain all, with one! two! three!
Triumphant ever shall she be, by land and over sea;
The sword and gun were never forged could make our Mother rue,
While stalwart arms and loyal hearts are to their Country true.

March together! all are comrades, peer and peasant, knit in one,
North, South, East, West, by common bonds, till all the peril's done,
Scotch, Irish, Welsh, Colonial, with our England's power and pride,
One Queen, one Realm, one People, and Columbia at our side.

Chorus -- Then cheer for noble Britain all, with one! two! three!
Triumphant ever shall she be, by land and over sea,
The sword and gun were never forged could make our Mother rue,
While stalwart arms and loyal hearts are to their Country true.





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