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ENGLAND, THE ANCHOR AND HOPE OF THE WORLD.
Wi' Highland bonnets on their heads,
And claymores bright and clear,
They came to fight for Scotland's right,
And the young chevalier.
O! Charlie is my darling, &c.
And claymores bright and clear,
They came to fight for Scotland's right,
And the young chevalier.
O! Charlie is my darling, &c.
They've left their bonnie Highland hills,
Their wives and bairnies dear,
To draw the sword for Scotland's lord,
The young chevalier.
O! Charlie is my darling, &c.
Their wives and bairnies dear,
To draw the sword for Scotland's lord,
The young chevalier.
O! Charlie is my darling, &c.
O! there were monie beating hearts,
And monie hopes and fears;
And monie were the prayers put up
For the young chevalier.
O! Charlie is my darling, &c.
And monie hopes and fears;
And monie were the prayers put up
For the young chevalier.
O! Charlie is my darling, &c.
England, the Anchor and Hope of the World.
Undaunted in peril and foremost in danger,
Ever ready the rights of mankind to defend,
The guard of the weak and support of the stranger;
To oppression a foe, and to freedom a friend.
Amid the rude scenes of dismay and commotion,
Since Anarchy first her red banner unfurled,
Still firm as a rock, in her own native ocean,
Stood England, the Anchor and Hope of the world.
Ever ready the rights of mankind to defend,
The guard of the weak and support of the stranger;
To oppression a foe, and to freedom a friend.
Amid the rude scenes of dismay and commotion,
Since Anarchy first her red banner unfurled,
Still firm as a rock, in her own native ocean,
Stood England, the Anchor and Hope of the world.
Sweetest spot on the earth, where true honour combining
With justice and truth, gives a strength to the whole;
Where the rose-bud of beauty, with valour entwining,
Enlargeth the heart and exalteth the soul.
0 land of my birth! yet shall peace be thy portion,
And thy white sails in commerce again be unfurled;
And still shalt thou stand, lovely rock! in the ocean,
The anchor of Europe, the hope of the world.
With justice and truth, gives a strength to the whole;
Where the rose-bud of beauty, with valour entwining,
Enlargeth the heart and exalteth the soul.
0 land of my birth! yet shall peace be thy portion,
And thy white sails in commerce again be unfurled;
And still shalt thou stand, lovely rock! in the ocean,
The anchor of Europe, the hope of the world.