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God save England, blessed by Fate,

So old, yet ever young:

The acorn isle from which the great

Imperial oak has sprung!

And God guard Scotland's kindly soil,

The land of stream and glen,

The granite mother that has bred

A breed of granite men!

God save Wales, from Snowdon's vales

To Severn's silver strand!

For all the grace of that old race

Still haunts the Celtic land.