British soldiers, once again

Ye are marshalled on the plain

By our fathers' blood renowned;

Ye are treading sacred ground!

Hearken, hearken as ye pass

To the voices in the grass!

On the Belgian soil it waves

O'er the lone, unnumbered graves

Where immortal warriors lie,

Devotees of Liberty,

Nobly fallen in the fray.

Ramillies and Malplaquet,

Quatre Bras and Waterloo

Yield their legions up to you!

British soldiers, ye will fight

'Neath the banner of the Right:

Ye are holding in your hands

Liberty of little lands,

Seeking nothing, giving all,

Answering to Honour's call,

Stay Aggression's grim attack!

Hurl the impious menace back!

Devotees of Liberty,

Ride ye now to victory!

We in England watch and pray: --

Ramillies and Malplaquet,

Quatre Bras and Waterloo

Yield their soul to strengthen you!