Tennyson and his friends

by Unknown

APPENDIX B

It will be seen below that the lines to which reference is made—

That man’s the true cosmopolite
Who loves his native country best,

have been altered to suit my mother’s setting, arranged by Sir Charles Stanford, to

He best will serve the race of men
Who loves his native country best.

HANDS ALL ROUND

A NATIONAL SONG

The Melody by EMILY, LADY TENNYSON and arranged by C. VILLIERS STANFORD

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To all the loyal hearts who long To keep our English Empire whole! To all our noble sons, the strong New England of the Southern Pole! To England under Indian skies, To those dark millions of her realm! To Canada whom we love and prize, Whatever statesman hold the helm. Hands all round! God the traitor’s hope confound! To the great cause of Freedom drink, my friends, And the great name of England round and round. To all our statesmen so they be True leaders of the land’s desire! To both our Houses, may they see Beyond the borough and the shire! We sail’d wherever ship could sail, We founded many a mighty state; Pray God our greatness may not fail Thro’ craven fears of being great. Hands all round! God the traitor’s hope confound! To the great cause of Freedom drink, my friends, And the great name of England round and round.