Ye Are Brothers! Ye Are Men! And

Britannia Needs No Bulwarks, No Towers Along The Steep; Her March Is O'er The Mountain Waves, Her Home Is On The Deep.

Our Purpose Is To Grow Up And Become Love

Never Wedding, Ever Wooing, Still A Lovelorn Heart Pursuing, Read You Not The Wrong You're Doing In My Cheek's Pale Hue? All My Life With Sorrow Strewing; Wed Or Cease To Woo.

To Live In Hearts We Leave Behind Is Not To Die.

Oh, How Hard It Is To Find The One Just Suited To Our Mind!