Treasure Island

Cicely Fox Smith

(1882-1954 / England)

For England

Who's for merry England? the gallant isle of England,
The little isle we love.
The distant thunder's booming, the dark-brow'd storm-cloud looming,
And it's 'Who's for merry England' when the skies are dark above!

We're for brave old England; the freeborn sons of England,
When storm and stress come nigh!
The voiceful tempest's crying, the salt sea-spume far-flying,
And it's all for brave old England when the cloud-wrack's dark on high!

Who's for merry England? The noble name of England,
The queen of half the world;
The sword is bared for battle; the war drums moan and rattle;
And it's 'Who's for merry England?' when the flag of war's unfurled.

We're for dear old England! The distant sons of England,
Her children overseas.
For the flag that we too cherish, we conquer or we perish,
And it's 'Stand by dear old England' when the flag of war flies free.

All for merry England - live and die for England,
Her welfare dearest meed!
That England's age-long story may glow with greater glory,
It's all for merry England in the hour of England's need!

Submitted: Monday, August 30, 2010

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