This royal throne of kings,
This scept'red 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,
This nurse,
This teeming womb of royal
kings,
Feared by their breed and famous by their birth,
Renowned for their service as far from home,
For Christian service and true chivalry
This land of such dear souls,
This dear, dear land,
England, bound in with the triumphant sea.