Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
In peace there ’s nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility;
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger:
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
We’re on the ball! We’re on the Ball! The boys from Mersey and the Thames and the Tyne!
I give you a toast Ladies and gentlemen,
I give you a toast Ladies and gentlemen
May this fair land we love so well,
In Dignity and freedom dwell.
while worlds may change and go awry,
Whilst there is still one voice to cry!—
There’ll always be an England,
While there’s a country lane.
Wherever there’s a cottage small
Beside a field of grain
There’ll always be an England
While there’s a busy street.