  Men of England! who inherit Rights that cost your sires their blood Men whose undegenerate spirit Has been proved on land and flood: Yours are Hampden's, Russell's glory, Sidney's matchless shade is yours,— Martyrs in heroic story, Worth a thousand Agincourts! We're the sons of sires that baffled Crown'd and mitred tyranny: They defied the field and scaffold, For their birthright—so will we. |
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