Villagers' Chorus.

"The only place to see such blokes Is underneath the Druid oaks."—Eichelbaum's "Rhymes."

Air: "Yeomen" in "Merrie England."

Summoned are we all to battle for England,
Priest of the Cymri, war-man and chieftain;
Climb to the signal fire,
Beacon it high and higher,
Shine out at our desire, the signal for England.

Refrain.
Then stranger invaders,
And all ruthless raiders,
Will never surprise us,
The guardians of England.
No other land can despise us,
Nor the mother-land, old England,
So still for our country we'll fight and we'll die.

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Come from the mountains, the mist-crowned, the dreary,
Come from the low-lands, the withy-thatched dwellings,
Come to the winding horn,
Come to the coming dawn,
Gather ye all, for the battle preparing.

Bind on your forehead the green wreath, the garland,
Take up your bows and be ready for England,
Quench ye the moon to-night,
Quench with your signal light,
Forward to join the fight, striking for England.