First pledge our Queen this solemn night, <br />Then drink to England, every guest; <br />That man’s the best Cosmopolite <br />Who loves his native country best. <br />May freedom’s oak for ever live <br />With stronger life from day to day; <br />That man’s the true Conservative <br />Who lops the moulder’d branch away. <br />Hands all round! <br />God the traitor’s hope confound! <br />To this great cause of Freedom drink, my friends, <br />And the great name of England, round and round. <br /> <br />To all the loyal hearts who long <br />To keep our English Empire whole! <br />To all our noble sons, the strong <br />New England of the Southern Pole! <br />To England under Indian skies, <br />To those dark millions of her realm! <br />To Canada whom we love and prize, <br />Whatever statesman hold the helm. <br />Hands all round! <br />God the traitor’s hope confound! <br />To this great name of England drink, my friends, <br />And all her glorious empire, round and round. <br /> <br />To all our statesmen so they be <br />True leaders of the land’s desire! <br />To both our Houses, may they see <br />Beyond the borough and the shire! <br />We sail’d wherever ship could sail, <br />We founded many a mighty state; <br />Pray God our greatness may not fail <br />Thro’ craven fears of being great. <br />Hands all round! <br />God the traitor’s hope confound! <br />To this great cause of Freedom drink my friends, <br />And the great name of England, round and round.<br /><br />Alfred Lord Tennyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hands-all-round/
