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"Go, call thy sons; instruct them what a debt They owe their ancestors; and make them swear To pay it, by transmitting down entire Those sacred rights to which themselves were born."

from the ancient mountains down, My noble English Boy! Thy country's fields around thee gleam In sunlight and in joy.

Ages have roll'd since foeman's march Pass'd o'er that old firm sod; For well the land hath fealty held To Freedom and to God!

Gaze proudly on, my English Boy! And let thy kindling mind Drink in the spirit of high thought From every chainless wind!

There, in the shadow of old Time, The halls beneath thee lie, Which pour'd forth to the fields of yore, Our England's chivalry.