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In days of bright dominion when England's mighty train
Was making tracks around the globe in sunshine and in rain
Then did our foes all tremble and did they quake a lot
And did they fear our noble pique? Well did they? I forgot

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Keep stiff the upper lip, lads and take it on the chin
And nail the standard to the mast, the wogs have pinched the string
Up, up the lazy river and hear your footsteps squelch
Through our fallen empires, Irish, Scots and Welsh

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March forward into yesterday and hoist aloft your flag
Employ your native ardour and your native carrier bag
And so to set the score right come let your voices shine
The enemy thinks it's close of play but we've still got injury time

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