Raise sails head for the open sea.
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With sails full of wind - our hearts
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Overflow with belief.
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The guest for the grail to England
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We sail, with our steel. We
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Bring what was lost. If
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Lives are the cost, let it be.
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Strong she stands - reaching her
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Hand. Brave and grand. On English
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Ground - we were born. Proudly
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We return. - To English shore
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Hail, hail, hail.
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We march from the hills
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Down to London Town. -
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Join Raise your hand - or hide
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When we ride for the crown.
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The sign of the hammer and
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The black winds blow through
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The night. Long was our wait
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Our meeting with Fate is tonight.
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Strong she stands - reaching her
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Hand. Brave and grand. On English
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Ground - we were born. Proudly
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We return. - To English shore
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Hail, hail to England -
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Hail, hail, hail.
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Standing tall - one and all -
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Light the hall. -
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Years have passed - I've dreamed
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of this day.
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As we raise our hands - we
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proudly say.
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Hail, hail to England -
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Hail, hail, hail.
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Hail to England
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