By John Davidson
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Basil.
I'll spare no flourish of its praise.
Where'er our flag floats in the wind
Order and justice dawn and shine.
The dusky myriads of Ind,
The swarthy tribes far south the line,
And all who fight with lawless law,
And all with lawless men who cope,
Look hitherward across the brine,
For we are the world's forlorn hope.
I'll spare no flourish of its praise.
Where'er our flag floats in the wind
Order and justice dawn and shine.
The dusky myriads of Ind,
The swarthy tribes far south the line,
And all who fight with lawless law,
And all with lawless men who cope,
Look hitherward across the brine,
For we are the world's forlorn hope.
Menzies.
That makes my heart leap up! Hurrah!
We are the world's forlorn hope!
That makes my heart leap up! Hurrah!
We are the world's forlorn hope!
Herbert.
And with the merry birds we sing
The English Spring, the English Spring.
And with the merry birds we sing
The English Spring, the English Spring.
Percy.
Iris and orchis now unfold.
Iris and orchis now unfold.
Brian.
The drooping-leaved laburnums ope
In thunder-showers of greenish gold.
The drooping-leaved laburnums ope
In thunder-showers of greenish gold.
Menzies.
And we are the world's forlorn hope!
And we are the world's forlorn hope!
Sandy.
