Beneath that flag must show

How loyal hearts should kneel

To England's oldest foe.

We know the war prepared

On every peaceful home,

We know the hells declared

For such as serve not Rome—

The terror, threats, and dread

In market, hearth, and field—

We know, when all is said,

We perish if we yield.

Believe, we dare not boast,

Believe, we do not fear—

We stand to pay the cost

In all that men hold dear.

What answer from the North?

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One Law, one Land, one Throne.

If England drive us forth

We shall not fall alone.

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