May England's name and England's fame stand for ever pure,
great and free.
May every true Briton be possessed of peace, plenty, and
content.
May every Briton leave his native land at honour's call,
To fight, to conquer, or, like Wolfe, to fall.
May every Briton act the patriot's part.
May victory spin the robe of glory for the brave, and fame enrol his deeds.
May the laws never be misconstrued.
May the weight of our taxes never bend the back of our credit.
May increasing success crown the island of traders,
And its shores prove the grave of all foreign invaders.
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