THERE is no land like England
Chorus.For the French the Pope may shrive ’em,
For the devil a whit we heed ’em,
As for the French, God speed ’em
Unto their hearts’ desire,
And the merry devil drive ’em
Through the water and the fire.
Our glory is our freedom,
We lord it o’er the sea;
We are the sons of freedom,
We are free.
There is no land like England,
Chorus.—For the French, etc.
|[Sixty years after first publication this Song was incorporated in ‘The Foresters’ (published 1892) as the opening chorus of the second act. The two verses were unaltered, but the two choruses were re-written.]|