His Faithful Dog Salutes The

Britannia Needs No Bulwarks, No Towers Along The Steep; Her March Is O'er The Mountain Waves, Her Home Is On The Deep.

Ye Are Brothers! Ye Are Men! And We Conquer But To Save.

The Meteor Flag Of England Shall Yet Terrific Burn, Till Danger's Troubled Night Depart, And The Star Of Peace Return.

One Moment May With Bliss Repay Unnumbered Hours Of Pain.

The Proud, The Cold Untroubled Heart Of Stone, That Never Mused On Sorrow But Its Own.