ENGLAND
England, oh my England, Though bombs may scar your green, And men, though many loved them In your fields no more are seen; Though wars may rage about you And your homes in ruins lie, Your people’s wills are steadfast, They heed no tyrant’s cry. Though our farces may be weary, For God’s will must be done, Yet hearts will never waver, Till the victory is won. For England, oh my England, For you we live and die For your liberty and freedom. '■' e ll light, though death be nigh—N. W.
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Waikato Times, Volume 127, Issue 21191, 14 August 1940, Page 4
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92ENGLAND Waikato Times, Volume 127, Issue 21191, 14 August 1940, Page 4
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