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 That which never

To men has bowed Shall live ever

To shame the shroud: Shall live ever

To face the foe; Sever it, sever,

And with one blow.

Be it written,

That all I wrought Was for Britain,

In deed and thought: Be it written,

That, while I die, "Glory to Britain!"

Is my last cry.

"Glory to Britain!"

Death echoes me round. Glory to Britain !

The world shall resound. Glory to Britain!

In ruin and fall, Glory to Britain !

Is heard over all.'

��Burn, Sun, down the sea! Bran lies low with thee.

Burst, Morn, from the main! Bran so shall rise again.

�� �