O, England, arise! for thine honour advance,
And punish the traitor-king, Philip of France;
Spread out thy broad standard—"Saint George!" be the cry;
To rescue our Richard, brave cavaliers, fly!
Alas, in the dungeons of savage Tyrol,
No hope ever comes to the poor captive's soul!
Alas, in her bower the Queen ever weeps,
And treason o'er all thy broad realm, England, sweeps!
Thy brother hath risen, and seized on the crown,
And still the usurper no hand hurleth down.