MY ENGLAND
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THE LIONS ROAR, TO THE HOPES OF MY ENGLAND
FOR A GIFT OF GOLD, HELD ALOFT IN HIS HANDS
11 HERO’S FACE THE WORLD, ALL RACES A KIN
TAKE YOUR PLACE IN HISTORY, ITS YOURS TO WIN
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MY HEART WILL RISE AND SOAR, IN YOUR FINEST HOUR
THE WORLD WILL RESPECT, THE LION AND THE FLOWER
THE LINES ARE DRAWN, TAKE UP YOUR BOOTS MY BROTHER
MAKE MY ENGLAND PROUD, OUR LAND, OUR MOTHER
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