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.

Truth Ever Lovely - Since The World Began, The Foe Of Tyrants, And The Friend Of Man.

What Millions Died That Caesar Might Be Great!

What Though My Winged Hours Of Bliss Have Been, Like Angel Visits, Few And Far Between.

Tis Distance Lends Enchantment To The View, And Robes The Mountain In Its Azure Hue.