Of nations the noblest beneath yon bright sun;
With the genius of each, and the courage of all,
No foeman dare plant hostile flag on thy wall.
For London! for London! the home of the free,
There's no city on earth, royal London, like thee!
"Old Thames rolls his waters in pride at thy feet,
And wafts to earth's confines thy riches and fleet;
Thy temples and towers, like a crown on the wave,
Are hail'd with a thrill of delight by the brave,
When, returning triumphant from conquests afar,