What shall I do for the land that bred me, <br />Her homes and fields that folded and fed me?— <br />Be under her banner and live for her honour: <br />Under her banner I’ll live for her honour. <br />CHORUS. Under her banner live for her honour. <br /> <br />Not the pleasure, the pay, the plunder, <br />But country and flag, the flag I am under— <br />There is the shilling that finds me willing <br />To follow a banner and fight for honour. <br />CH. We follow her banner, we fight for her honour. <br /> <br />Call me England’s fame’s fond lover, <br />Her fame to keep, her fame to recover. <br />Spend me or end me what God shall send me, <br />But under her banner I live for her honour. <br />CH. Under her banner we march for her honour. <br /> <br />Where is the field I must play the man on? <br />O welcome there their steel or cannon. <br />Immortal beauty is death with duty, <br />If under her banner I fall for her honour. <br />CH. Under her banner we fall for her honour.<br /><br />Gerard Manley Hopkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-shall-i-do-for-the-land-that-bred-me/
