A Song of the English
I build a Nation for an Empire’s need,

Queen over lands indeed!

HOBART

 Man’s love first found me; man’s hate made me Hell; For my babes’ sake I cleansed those infamies. Earnest for leave to live and labour well, God flung me peace and ease. 

For my babes’ sake I cleansed those infamies.

God flung me peace and ease.

AUCKLAND

 Last, loneliest, loveliest, exquisite, apart— On us, on us the unswerving season smiles Who wonder ’mid our fern why men depart To seek the Happy Isles! 

On us, on us the unswerving season smiles

To seek the Happy Isles!

ENGLAND’S ANSWER

 Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than to ban; Little used to lie down at the bidding of any man. Flesh of the flesh that I bred, bone of the bone that I bare; Stark as your sons shall be—stern as your fathers were. Deeper than speech our love, stronger than life our tether, But we do not fall on the neck nor kiss when we come together. 

 MY ARM IS NOTHING WEAK, MY STRENGTH IS NOT GONE BY. Deeper than speech our love, stronger than life our tether, But we do not fall on the neck nor kiss when we come together. My arm is nothing weak, my strength is not gone by; Sons, I have borne many sons, but my dugs are not dry. 

MY ARM IS NOTHING WEAK, MY STRENGTH IS NOT GONE BY.

Deeper than speech our love, stronger than life our tether,

But we do not fall on the neck nor kiss when we come together.

My arm is nothing weak, my strength is not gone by;


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