The National Anthem
God save our gracious Queen Long live our noble Queen God save the Queen Send her victorious Happy and glorious Long to reign over us God save the Queen Oh Lord our God arise
Scatter her enemies And make them fall Confound their politics Frustrate their knavish tricks In thee our hopes we fix
God save us all Thy choicest gifts in store On her be pleased to pour Long may she reign May she defend our laws And ever give us cause To sing with heart and voice God save the Queen.

Jerusalem
And did those feet, in ancient times Walk on England's mountains green And was the holy lamb of God On Englands' pleasant pastures seen And did the countenance divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills And was Jerusalem builded here
Among those dark satanic mills Bring me my bow, of burning gold Bring me my arrows of desire Bring me my spear, oh clouds unfold Bring me my chariot of fire I will not cease from mental fight Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand 'Til we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land

Land of Hope and Glory
Land of hope and glory Mother of the free How shall we extol thee Who are born of thee Wider still and wider Shall they bounds by set God who made thee mighty Make thee mightier yet God who made thee mighty Make thee mightier yet

There'll Always Be An England
There'll always be an England, While there's a country lane,
Wherever there's a cottage small Beside a field of grain.
There'll always be an England, While there's a busy street,
Wherever there's a turning wheel A million marching feet.
Red, white and blue, What does it mean to you? Surely you're proud Shout it aloud Britons awake! The Empire too, We can depend on you, Freedom remains These are the chains
Nothing can break. There'll always be an England, And England shall be free, If England means as much to you
As England means to me.

.God Bless Our Dear Old England
And May She Ever Be Exalted Midst The Nations By Faith, O Lord, In Thee.

.This royal throne of Kings, this scepter'd isle, This Earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi~paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself, Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall, Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands , This blessed plot, this Earth, this Realm, this England

 The Soldier - Rupert Brook If I should die, think only this of me; That there's some corner of a foreign field that is forever England. There shall be in that rich earth a richer dust concealed; a dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam, a body of England's, breathing English air, washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home

Cry God for Harry, England and St George

Once more to the beach dear friends .Once more Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there is nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility. But when the blast of war blows in our ears. Then imitate the action of the tiger. Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.  Disguise fair nature with hard-flavoured rage. Then lend the eye a terrible aspect. Let it pry through the portage of the head.  Like the brass cannon, let the brow o’erwhelm it.  As fearfully as doth a galled rock. Sullied with the wild and wasteful ocean.  Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, hold hard the breath  And bend up every spirit to his full height. On, on you noblest English.  Whose blood is fet from fathers of war proof.  Fathers that like so many Alexanders,  Even fought and sheathed their swords for lack of argument. Dishonour not your mother’s new attest  That those whom you called fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood  And teach them how to war. And you good Yeomen, whose limbs were made in England,  Show us here the mettle of your pasture. Let us swear that you are worth your breeding  Which I doubt not for there are none of you so mean and base  That hath not noble in your eyes.  I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, straining upon the start. The games’s afoot,  Follow you spirit, and upon this charge  Cry God for Harry, England and St George. (from Henry V, Shakespeare)

"For we are the people of England... And we have not spoken yet!"
 G.K.Chesteron (1879-1936)

  "There is a forgotten, nay almost forbidden word, which means more to me than any other. That word is ENGLAND."
W.S.Churchill (1874-1965)

"Necessity is the plea for every infringement of human freedom. It is the argument of tyrants; it is the creed of slaves"
William Pitt

  "We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our Island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender!"
W.S.Churchill (1874-1965)

  I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above
Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love
The love that asks no question, the love that stands the test
That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best
The love that never falters, the love that pays the price
The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice

And there's another country, I've heard of long ago
Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know
We may not count her armies, we may not see her King
Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering
And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase
And her ways are ways of gentleness and all her paths are peace.