Grey the mist, cold the dawn

Cruel the sea and stern the shore

Brave the man who sets his course for Albion

Sweet the rose, sharp the thorn

Meek the soil and proud the corn

Blessed the lamb that would be born

Within this green and pleasant land

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Brown furrow shine

Beneath the rain washed blue

Bright crystal streams

From eagle mountains born

Fortune has smiled on those who wake anew

Within this fortress nature built

To stay the hand of war

With the wind from the east

Came the first of those that tread

Upon this stone, this throne of kings

This realm, this new Jerusalem

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