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THE LAND, BOYS, WE LIVE IN.
When winter's cold brought frost and snow,
He opened house to all;
And though threescore and ten his years,
He featly led the ball;
Nor was the houseless wanderer
E'er driven from his hall;
For while he feasted all the great,
He ne'er forgot the small.
Like a fine, &c.
He opened house to all;
And though threescore and ten his years,
He featly led the ball;
Nor was the houseless wanderer
E'er driven from his hall;
For while he feasted all the great,
He ne'er forgot the small.
Like a fine, &c.
But time, though sweet, is strong in flight,
And years roll swiftly by;
And autumn's falling leaves proclaimed
The old man—he must die!
He laid him down right tranquilly,
Gave up his latest sigh;
And mournful stillness reigned around,
And tears bedewed each eye.
For this good, &c.
And years roll swiftly by;
And autumn's falling leaves proclaimed
The old man—he must die!
He laid him down right tranquilly,
Gave up his latest sigh;
And mournful stillness reigned around,
And tears bedewed each eye.
For this good, &c.
Now surely this is better far
Than all the new parade
Of theatres and fancy balls,
"At home" and masquerade;
And much more economical,
For all his bills were paid;
Then leave your new vagaries quite,
And take up the old trade
Of a fine old English gentleman, &c.
Than all the new parade
Of theatres and fancy balls,
"At home" and masquerade;
And much more economical,
For all his bills were paid;
Then leave your new vagaries quite,
And take up the old trade
Of a fine old English gentleman, &c.
The Land, Boys, We Live In.
Since our foes to invade us have long been preparing,
'Tis clear they consider we've something worth sharing,
And for that mean to visit our shore;
It behoves us, however, with spirit to meet them,
And though 'twill be nothing uncommon to beat them,
We must try how they'll take it once more.
So fill, fill your glasses, be this the toast given—
Here's England for ever, the land, boys, we live in!
So fill, fill your glasses, be this the toast given—
Here's England for ever, huzza!
'Tis clear they consider we've something worth sharing,
And for that mean to visit our shore;
It behoves us, however, with spirit to meet them,
And though 'twill be nothing uncommon to beat them,
We must try how they'll take it once more.
So fill, fill your glasses, be this the toast given—
Here's England for ever, the land, boys, we live in!
So fill, fill your glasses, be this the toast given—
Here's England for ever, huzza!