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And the warmest heart that beats for you is beating in his breast, And he sends you loyal greeting o'er the sea.

You've a brother in the army, you've another in the Church; One of you is a diplomatic swell; You've had the pick of everything and left him in the lurch, And yet I think he's doing very well. I'm sure his life is happy, and he doesn't envy yours; I know he loves the land his pluck has won; And I fancy in the years unborn, while England's fame endures, She will come to bless with pride—The Younger Son.