By England's side we stand, br We grasp her royal hand, br And pay her rightful homage through her Son; br Thank God for England's care! br Thank God for Britain's heir! br Our hearts go forth to meet him-we are one. br br A loyal Province pours br Her thousands to her shores, br From iron-girt Superior to the sea; br We feel our youthful blood br Surge through us like a flood, br There's not a slave amongst us-we are free. br br For none but Freemen know br The truly loyal throe br That gives heroic impulse to the Man- br The passion and the fire, br The chivalrous desire: br Our Fathers all were heroes-in the van. br br And we, their ardent sons, br Through whom, triumphant, runs br The old intrepid attribute serene, br Would leave our chosen land, br Our homes, our forests grand, br To strike for England's honour and her Queen. br br No soulless welcome we br Dare give to such as thee: br Be thou a bright example to the world; br Great in thy well-earned fame, br Beloved in heart and name, br Wherever Britain's banner is unfurled.