There is no land like England
  Where’er the light of day be;
There are no hearts like English hearts,
  Such hearts of oak as they be.
There is no land like England
  Where’er the light of day be;
There are no men like Englishmen,
  So tall and bold as they be.
 
    And these will strike for England
      And man and maid be free
    To foil and spoil the tyrant
      Beneath the greenwood tree.
 
There is no land like England
  Where’er the light of day be;
There are no wives like English wives,
  So fair and chaste as they be.
There is no land like England
  Where’er the light of day be;
There are no maids like the English maids,
  So beautiful as they be.
 
    And these shall wed with freemen,
      And all their sons be free,
    To sing the songs of England
      Beneath the greenwood tree.