It holds itself holiest, first in fight,
Most brave, most wise, most strong,
And will ne’er admit what it fancies right
Can by any chance be wrong.
’Tis the pink of perfection, deny it who can,
The Home of the Jingo Englishman!
There’s a Flag that floats o’er every sea,
And claims to control the brine;
And if any dare hint that it makes too free,
The result is a deuce of a shine.