1
“'Tis a terrible time for Englishmen;
All tyrants do abhor them;
Every one of them hath to fight with ten
And the Lord alone is for them
But the Lord hath given the strong right hand
And the courage to face the thunder;
If a Frenchman treads this English land
He shall find his grave thereunder
CHORUS
Britannia is the Ocean-Queen, and she standeth staunch and true
With Nelson for her faulchion keen, and her buckler Billy Blue
2
“They are mustering on yon Gallic coasts
You can see them from this high land
The biggest of all the outlandish hosts
That ever devoured an island
There are steeds that have scoured the Continent
Ere ever one might say, 'Whoa, there!'
And ships that would fill the Thames and Trent
If we would let them go there
“'Tis a terrible time for Englishmen;
All tyrants do abhor them;
Every one of them hath to fight with ten
And the Lord alone is for them
But the Lord hath given the strong right hand
And the courage to face the thunder;
If a Frenchman treads this English land
He shall find his grave thereunder
CHORUS
Britannia is the Ocean-Queen, and she standeth staunch and true
With Nelson for her faulchion keen, and her buckler Billy Blue
2
“They are mustering on yon Gallic coasts
You can see them from this high land
The biggest of all the outlandish hosts
That ever devoured an island
There are steeds that have scoured the Continent
Ere ever one might say, 'Whoa, there!'
And ships that would fill the Thames and Trent
If we would let them go there
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