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So shalt thou when morning comes

Rise to conquer or to fall,

Joyful hear the rolling drums,

Joyful hear the trumpets call,

Then let Memory tell thy heart:

"England! what thou wert, thou art!"

Gird thee with thine ancient might,

Forth! and God defend the Right! Henry Newbolt