The tie that binds the British lands Is never spun of tyrant’s might; Of fair replies to just demands, Of compromise whenever right Is spun the fibre of its strands, A mighty Empire to unite. A symbol is our gracious King Of British unity of heart, A simple man to whom we cling, Of all good men the counterpart. We sing to God to “Save the King,” And mean thereby ourselves in part.…
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