For England

Dance for England (You are the) dance for England

Or you will tread a foul path." Pay no heed to Jarl Toste, Who goads us to fare for England." "Tord he had an eerie dream,

A monument for Lord Nelson and a sword for Collingwood. Let it be of good marble and perpetuate his name; Letters in bright gold wrote, ’He died for England’s fame’.”

Who've been my lads, Who're seen my lads, In the fight for England's glory, lads, Of it's world wide glory let us sing!

In the name of And by the power of The holy spirit May we invoke your

Just try for me Sing... oh, oh... Don't wait for England to chime Not for your heart or mine

On noble Marmion’s lowly tomb; But say, “He died a gallant knight, With sword in hand, for England’s right.”

And boundless meadows ripe with golden grain. Cheer, boys, cheer! For England, Mother England Cheer, boys, cheer! United heart and hand

With Moscow all a-blazing and he lost the Bonny Bunch of Roses-o” “Now son, be not too venturesome, for England is the heart of oak And England, Ireland, Scotland, their unity shall ne’er be broke

Not a chance must be wasted to-day! "For England expects—I forbear to proceed: 'Tis a maxim tremendous, but trite:

Could somebody please help me? I'm a little bit confused. When selectors chose for England, Could you tell me what maps they use?

Buy for comfort, buy for kicks Buy and buy until it makes you sick Buy for England, buy it all Buy online and in the shopping mall

No, no, not night but death; Was it needless death after all? For England may keep faith For all that is done and said.

But there's no weight to their sickly sweet words For God and for England For a higher purpose

"Farewell Marion, I'm going to war Come along, Marion, go up, go up 1 I'm leaving, Marion, for England I return without delay "

And they that rule in England,
 In stately conclave met,
 Alas, alas for England
 They have no graves as yet.

They gathered in splendor in fields near the Hastings They'll fight to the death for England's proud soil No quarter was given, they charged 'gainst each other

And Friar Tuck and Allan-a-Dale And Much, the Miller’s Son We'll drink these cheers for England When the king is back again

God! I will pack, and take a train, And get me to England once again! For England's the one land, I know, Where men with Splendid Hearts may go;

They’re sailing for England Oh! What a shame! Someone is after our island again We’ll let them have it…