THE NATIONAL SONG.
The following is a copy of the new National Son", by Alfred Tennyson, mentioned in our telegraphic columns yesterday : First pledge our Queen, this solemn night. Then drink lo England, every guest, That man’s the best cosmopolite Who loves his native country best ! May Freedom’s oak for ever live, With larger life from day lo day; That man’s the true conservative Who lops the mouldering branch away. Hands all round ! God the traitor’s hope confound ! To the gre t cause of Freedom drink, my friend, And the great name of England round and round. To all the loyal hearts who long To keep our English Empire whole ! To all our noble sons, the strong Few England of the Southern Pole ! To England under Indian skies, To those dark millions o* her realm ! To Canada whom we love and prize. Whatever statesman holds the helm. Hands all round ! God the traitor’s hope confound ! To the great name of England drink, my friends. And all her glorious colonies round and round. To all our statesmen so they be True leaders of the land’s desire ! To both our Houses, may they see Beyond the borough and the shire ! We sailed wherever ship could tail, We founded many a mighty State, Pray God our greatness may not fail Through craven fears of being great. Hands all round ! God the traitor’s hope confound 1 To the great cause of Freedom drink, my friends, And the great name of England round and round.
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THE NATIONAL SONG., Ashburton Guardian, Volume III, Issue 628, 5 May 1882
THE NATIONAL SONG. Ashburton Guardian, Volume III, Issue 628, 5 May 1882
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