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| YE who reckon with England— | |
| Ye who sweep the seas | |
| Of the flag that Rodney nailed aloft | |
| And Nelson flung to the breeze— | |
| Count well your ships and your men, | 5 |
| Count well your horse and your guns, | |
| For they who reckon with England | |
| Must reckon with England’s sons. | |
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| Ye who would challenge England— | |
| Ye who would break the might | 10 |
| Of the little isle in the foggy sea | |
| And the lion-heart in the fight— | |
| Count well your horse and your swords, | |
| Weigh well your valour and guns, | |
| For they who would ride against England | 15 |
| Must sabre her million sons. | |
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| Ye who would roll to warfare | |
| Your hordes of peasants and slaves, | |
| To crush the pride of an empire | |
| And sink her fame in the waves— | 20 |
| Test well your blood and your mettle, | |
| Count well your troops and your guns, | |
| For they who battle with England | |
| Must war with a Mother’s sons. | |
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