Men of England! Heirs of glory!

Heroes of unwritten story

Nurslings of one mighty mother

Hopes of her and one another

Rise like lions after slumber

in unvanquishable number

Shake your chains to Earth like dew

wich in dreams had fallen on you

Ye are many-They are few

What is freedom? Ye can tell

that which slavery is, too well

For its very name has grown

to be an echo of your own