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 heart's desire, And the merry devil drive 'em Through the water and the fire. FULL CHORUS. 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. CHO. -- For the French, etc. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOU ARE FIRE EATERS by MARIANNE MOORE BEFORE THE BIRTH OF ONE OF HER CHILDREN by ANNE BRADSTREET THE LAST SIGNAL by THOMAS HARDY THE SUPERSEDED by THOMAS HARDY A PROPHECY by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR A PORTRAIT by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY |