When youth's sprightly flood

When youth's sprightly flood,

Roll'd high in my blood,

This heart never sank at a foe.

With true British pride

I've oftentimes tried

The falchion instead of the plough.

Then Britain was glorious,

And always victorious.

And Britain still bears,

Swains fit for her wars,

Whose hearts glow with liberty's fire.

My girls throw away

Your fears for today

For beauty can valour inspire.

Till Britain is glorious,

And once more victorious.