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Raise sails head for the open sea.
With sails full of wind - our hearts
Overflow with belief.
The guest for the grail to England
We sail, with our steel. We
Bring what was lost. If
Lives are the cost, let it be.
Strong she stands - reaching her
Hand. Brave and grand. On English
Ground - we were born. Proudly
We return. - To English sh*re
Hail, hail, hail.
We march from the hills
Down to London Town. -
Join Raise your hand - or hide
When we ride for the crown.
The sign of the hammer and
The black winds blow through
The night. Long was our wait
Our meeting with Fate is tonight.
Strong she stands - reaching her
Hand. Brave and grand. On English
Ground - we were born. Proudly
We return. - To English sh*re
Hail, hail to England -
Hail, hail, hail.
Standing tall - one and all -
Light the hall. -
Years have passed - I've dreamed
of this day.
As we raise our hands - we
proudly say.
Hail, hail to England -
Hail, hail, hail.