This land of true and valiant men,
This England fine and fair,
With freedom of its own desire,
And justice as its heir.
A land of truth it is no doubt,
Of hope and freedoms' fire.
A land where all may live in peace,
With men of free desire,
These lionhearted men of old,
Will fight for justice here,
Where lies and evil deeds may die,
And truth be always dear.
These stout and stalwart Englishmen,
Fear nought and stand bold fast,
That they may quell the evil of,
Their enemies at last.
An Englishman is true indeed,
True to each and all,
He fights for justice and the rights,
Of men to stand up tall.
These lionhearts of England,
Are kings in their own right,
Fear nought thou valiant Englishmen,
For truth you'll always fight.
A soldier for the rights of folk,
The same as you and me,
Protects those innocent and pure,
As babes on mothers knee.
As England shall again begin,
To rally to the sword,
Vanquished all the enemies be,
Of people, and the Lord.
Hold up your heads O, Englishmen,
Stand tall and never flinch,
For the rights of each and everyone,
Don't ever give an inch.
Trevor Jenkins
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-england/
