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Winterfylleth - An Englishmans Verse Lyrics

Stretch forth! Stretch forth! From the south to the north
From the east to the west, stretch forth! Stretch forth!
Stregnthen thy stakes, and lengthen thy cords
The world is a tent for the world's true lords!
England sowed the glorious seed
In her wise old laws, and her pure old creed
And her stout old heart, and her plain old tongue
And her resolute energies, ever young!

Feebly dwindling day by day
All other races are fading away
The sensual south, and the servile east
And the tottering throne of the treacherous priest!
Englishmen everywhere! Bretheren all!
By one great name on your millions I call
Norman, saxon, gael, celt
Into this fine mixed mass ye melt

Englishmen everywhere! Faithful and free!
Lords of the land and kings of the sea
Anglo-saxons! Honest and true
By hundreds of millions my word is to you
Love one another! As brothers embrace!
That the world may be blest in the saxon ways!
Traditional adapted and arranged for song