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Leaflet, "Patriotic Song Sheet"

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6. LAND OF HOPE AND GLORY. Dear land of hope, thy hope is crowned, God make thee mightier yet, On sov'ran brows beloved, renowned, Once more thy crown is set! Thine equal laws by freedom gained, Have ruled thee well and long, By freedom gained, by truth maintain'd, Thy Empire shall be strong. Chorus - Land of hope and glory, Mother of the free, How shall we extol thee, Who are born of thee; Wider still and wider, Shall thy bounds be set, God who made thee mighty, Make thee mightier yet.

Thy fame is ancient as the days, As ocean large and wide, A pride that dares and heeds not praise, A stern and silent pride; Not that false joy that dreams content With what our sires have won, The blood a hero sire hath spent, Still nerves a hero son.

Chorus - Land of hope and glory, &c.

7. SCOTS, WHA HAE. Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led; Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victory!

Now's the day, and now's the hour; See the front o' battle lour: See approach proud Edward's pow'r Chains and slavery!

Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha would fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee!

Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or free--man fa'? Let him on wi' me?

By Oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free!

Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us do, or die!

8. AULD LANG SYNE. Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min'? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne?

Chorus. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet, For the days of auld lang syne.

And surely ye'll be your pint stoup, And surely I'll be mine! And we'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. Chorus. -- For auld lang syne, &c.

We twa ha'e run about the braes, And pou'd the towans fine, But we've wander'd mony a weary foot, Sin' auld lang syne. Chorus. -- For auld lang syne, &c.

We twa ha'e paidl'd in the burn, Frae morning sun till dine; But seas between us braid hae roar'd Sin' auld lang syne. Chorus. -- For auld lang syne, &c.

Then here's a hand, my trusty frien', And gie's a hand o' thine; And we'll tak' a right gude-willie waught For auld lang syne. Chorus. -- For auld lang syne, &c.

9. LAND OF MY FATHERS. Ah! land of my fathers, the land of the free, The home of sweet music so soothing to me; Thy noble defenders were gallant and brave, For freedom their heart's life they gave. Chorus. Wales, Wales, home, sweet home is Wales! Till death be pass'd my love shall last, My longing, my yearning for Wales.

Though Eden of bards and birthplace of song, The sons of thy mountains are valiant and strong, The voice of thy streamlets is soft to the ear, Thy hills and thy valleys how dear! Chorus -- Wales, Wales, &c.

Though slighted and scorn'd by the proud and the strong, The language of Cambria still charms us in song -- The muse still survives, nor have envious tales Yet silenced the harp of dear Wales. Chorus -- Wales, Wales, &c.

10. MEN OF HARLECH. Men of Harlech, rouse from slumber, Do ye hear, like distant thunder, How the foes in growing number Threaten this fair land? 'Tis the tramp of arméd foemen, Gallant knight and stalwart yeomen, Fear them not, for see the omen, Day breaks o'er the land! Chorus. See, our flag is waving On yon ramparts gaily, Against the sky it spreads on high, And bears its signal bravely. Men of Harlech, in the hollow There are leaders brave to follow, Meet the foe like rushing billow, Britain, home, and right.

Yours will be the glorious story, How ye fought for home and glory, How ye won the battle gory, Conq'rors in the fight. Old and young now meet together, One brave band to tread the heather, Ye are brothers knit together, Fighting for the right! Chorus --See our flag is waving, &c.

Published by the PARLIAMENTARY RECRUITING COMMITTEE, 12, Downing Street, Westminster, and Printed by HARRISON & SONS, St. Martin's Lane, London, W.C. (B3059) Wt. 5426-30 100M 10/14 H & S Leaflet No. 11.