English Oak

On now he goes
With sword and shield
An iron heart
That never yields

Once rolled in heather
Now in blood
That English lion
Works through the mud

And softly go
Thy one true love
And give to me
Thy hand and glove
Give me thy ring
Of purest gold
And come with tales
Of new and old

Leave none behind
My Albion men
We march as one
Our band of ten

A narrow sea
Familiar towns
To see our dream
Of a one true crown

Hold banners high
In your right hand
And proudly say
That you're an Englishman
And if we say
Our last goodbye
Remember men
Were born to die



Credits
Writer(s): Tom Gamble, Tom Sebastian Gamble
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