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WHAT have I done for you England my England

WHAT have I done for you
England my England?
What is there I would not do
England my own?
With your glorious eyes austere
As the Lord were walking near
Whispering terrible things and dear
As the Song on your bugles blown
England
Round the world on your bugles blown!

Where shall the watchful sun
England my England
Match the master work you""ve done
England my own?
When shall he rejoice agen
Such a breed of mighty men
As come forward one to ten
To the Song on your bugles blown
England
Down the years on your bugles blown?

Ever the faith endures
England my England
""Take and break us we are yours
England my own!
Life is good and joy runs high
Between English earth and sky
Death is death but we shall die
To the Song on your bugles blown
England
To the stars on your bugles blown!""

They call you proud and hard
England my England
You with worlds to watch and ward
England my own!
You whose mail""d hand keeps the keys
Of such teeming destinies
You could know nor dread nor ease
Were the Song on your bugles blown
England
Round the Pit on your bugles blown!

Mother of Ships whose might
England my England
Is the fierce old Sea""s delight
England my own
Chosen daughter of the Lord
Spouse in Chief of the ancient Sword
There ""s the menace of the Word
In the Song on your bugles blown
England
Out of heaven on your bugles blown! .

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