Success to thee, Old England.
Here's success to thee, Old England,
Success to thee, and then
A health to those brave sons of thine,
The gallant Englishmen.
For warmer hearts have never throbb'd,
Nor braver ever been,
Than those who form in phalanx warm,
The bulwark of thy Queen.
Then success to thee, Old England,
For whate'er thy errors be,
Thou still art known from zone to zone,
As the dauntless and the free.
And who but thee, Old England,
Thou merciful as brave,
Performed that heavenly mission
Which gave freedom to the slave?
So, success to thee, Old England,
Who, 'mong thy blessings rare,
Hast still one toast (proud Briton's boast),
"Thy bright eyed daughters fair!"
And should oppressive foemen dare
'Gainst thee to lift a hand,
Thy sons shall show the love they owe
To thee, their native land?
