Sharers of our glorious past,

Brothers, must we part at last?

Shall we not thro' good and ill

Cleave to one another still?

Britain's myriad voices call,

'Sons, be welded each and all

Into one imperial whole,

One with Britain, heart and soul!

One life, one flag, one fleet, one throne!'

Britons, hold your own!

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