Better than striving for woman's caresses, Better than striving for woman's embrace, Strive for the honour and glory that blesses, Strive for your country and die for your race; Work for the weal of the greatest of Empires, Work that her flag be o'er to the fore. Trample them down, yea, death to the traitors ye defeated, that Kngland's no Remember, remember war's greatest traditions, Remember the deeds wrought under the fag; Defend us, O Lord, gainst wicked seditions, Keep us from peace, Little Englander's brag.
Preserve us from peace unless honour doth cap it, Presorve us from peace when the word spells shame.
Gladly we give the blood of our children In the cause of. real peace, our honour, thy name.
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