Guide us O, thou Great Tradition,
Pilgrims in this barren land.
Dinners now are lowly thought of,
Save unto this gallant band,
Formal dinners! Formal dinners!
We shall ever sing to thee!
We shall ever sing to thee
And now though the times are dark'ning
As black tie replaces white;
We shall stand and sing unwav'ring,
For we know that we are right.
Ev'ning tailcoats! Ev'ning tailcoats!
Jackets aren't a patch on thee!
Jackets aren't a patch on thee
Bring now forth the starch for collars!
Bring now forth the starch for shirts!
Listen not to those who say it's
Either silly or it hurts.
They are wrong! They are wrong!
And it looks good anyway!
And it looks good anyway
Let us raise the brandy glasses,
After we have had the port.
Solemnly we toast inanely
Anything we think we ought.
Ah the Octagon! Ah the Octagon!
May it flourish evermore!
May it flourish evermore
God save our gracious King
Long live our noble King
God save the King!
Send him victorious
Happy and glorious
Long to reign over us
God save the King!
O Lord our God arise
Scatter his enemies
And make them fall!
Confound their politics
Frustrate their knavish tricks
On Thee our hopes we fix
God save us all!
Thy choicest gifts in store
On him be pleased to pour
Long may he reign!
May he defend our laws
And ever give us cause
To sing with heart and voice
God save the King!
Not in this land alone
But be God's mercies known
From shore to shore!
Lord make the nations see
That men should brothers be
And form one family
The wide world over!
From every latent foe
From the assassin's blow
God save the King!
O'er him thine arm extend
For Britain's sake defend
Our father, prince, and friend
God save the King!
Lord grant that Marshal Wade
May by thy mighty aid
Victory bring!
May he sedition hush
And like a torrent rush
Rebellious Scots to crush
God save the King!
God save our gracious King
Long live our noble King
God save the King!
Send him victorious
Happy and glorious
Long to reign over us
God save the King!
One realm of races four
Blest more and ever more
God save our land!
Home of the brave and free
Set in the silver sea
True nurse of chivalry
God save our land!
Of many a race and birth
From utmost ends of earth
God save us all!
Bid strife and hatred cease
Bid hope and joy increase
Spread universal peace
God save us all!
And did those feet in ancient times
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 those 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 chariot 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.
I vow to thee, my country
All earthly things above
Entire and whole and perfect
The service of my love
The love that asks no questions
The love that stands the test
That lays upon the altar
The dearest and the best
The love that never falters
The love that pays the price
The love that makes undaunted
The final sacrifice
And there's another country
I've heard of long ago
Most dear to them that love her
Most great to them that know
We may not count her armies
We may not see her King
Her fortress is a faithful heart
Her pride is suffering
And soul by soul and silently
Her shining bounds increase
And her ways are ways of gentleness
And all her paths are peace
Dear Land of Hope, thy hope is crowned,
God make thee mightier yet!
On Sov'reign brows, beloved, renowned,
Once more thy crown is set.
Thine equal laws, by Freedom gained,
Have ruled thee well and long;
By Freedom gained, by Truth maintained,
Thine Empire shall be strong.
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!
Thy fame is ancient as the days,
As Ocean large and wide:
A pride that dares, and heeds not praise,
A stern and silent pride;
Not that false joy that dreams content
With what our sires have won;
The blood a hero sire hath spent
Still nerves a hero son.
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!
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 sang this strain:
"Rule, Britannia! Britannia rules the waves.
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves!"
The nations, not so blest as thee,
Must, in their turn, to tyrants fall;
Must, in their turn, to tyrants fall;
While thou shalt flourish - shall flourish great and free,
The dread and envy of them all!
Rule, Britannia! Britannia rules the waves.
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves!
Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
More dreadful, from each foreign stroke;
More dreadful, deadful from each foreign stroke;
As the loud blast - the blast that tears the skies,
Serves but to root thy native oak!
Rule, Britannia! Britannia rules the waves.
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves!
Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame:
All their attempts to bend thee down,
All their attempts to bend thee down,
Will but arouse - arouse thy generous flame;
But work their woe, and thy renown!
Rule, Britannia! Britannia rules the waves.
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves!
To thee belongs the rural reign;
Thy cities shall with commerce shine:
Thy cities shall with commerce shine:
All thine shall be - shall be the subject main,
And every shore it circles thine!
Rule, Britannia! Britannia rules the waves.
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves!
The Muses, still with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair;
Shall to thy happy coast repair;
Blest Isle! With matchless - with matchless beauty crown'd,
And manly hearts to guard the fair!
Rule, Britannia! Britannia rules the waves.
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves!
The land of my fathers, how fair is thy fame;
Entwin’d are proud mem’ries about thy dear name.
The lays of thy minstrels, thy warriors’ renown,
Give honour and grace to thy crown
Wales, Wales! Sweet are thy hills and thy vales.
Thy speech, thy song, to thee belong;
O may they live ever in Wales!
The lords of great Snowdon in brave days of yore
For thee fought for freedom by Mona’s green shore,
Their courage undaunted inspire all our lays,
Our harps e’er resound to their praise
Wales, Wales! Sweet are thy hills and thy vales.
Thy speech, thy song, to thee belong;
O may they live ever in Wales!
No more on thy ramparts is heard through the night
The trumpet’s loud summons to haste to the fight,
The contest is over, yet proud my heart thrills
When I gaze on thy vict’ry-crowned hills
Wales, Wales! Sweet are thy hills and thy vales.
Thy speech, thy song, to thee belong;
O may they live ever in Wales!
Hark when the night is falling
Hear! Hear the pipes are calling,
Loudly and proudly calling,
Down through the glen.
There where the hills are sleeping,
Now feel the blood a-leaping,
High as the spirits
Of the old Highland men.
Towering in gallant fame,
Scotland my mountain hame,
High may your proud standards,
Gloriously wave,
Land of my high endeavour,
Land of the shining rivers,
Land of my heart for ever,
Scotland the brave.
High in the misty Highlands,
Out by the purple islands,
Brave are the hearts that beat
Beneath Scottish skies.
Wild are the winds to meet you,
Staunch are the friends that greet you,
Kind as the love that shines
From fair maidens' eyes.
Far off in sunlit places,
Sad are the Scottish faces,
Yearning to feel the kiss
Of sweet Scottish rain.
Where tropic skies are beaming,
Love sets the heart a-dreaming,
Longing and dreaming for the homeland again.
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 loud
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