Once more the banner of our fathers’ pride
Waves proud above a fallen Europe’s head!
Again, a godless empire topples dead
At Britain’s feet, the tyrant’s rule denied!
To Bonaparte’s false dream our guns replied,
At Waterloo, where many of us bled.
Today his crooked avatars have fled,
And Satan’s One World hell has crashed and died!
Let this go forth, that those who offer chains
Disguised as peace, through fraud or cunning arts,
Shall know the wrath of Britain’s righteous Lord!
That here the sacred love of place yet reigns
In English, Scottish, Welsh, and Irish hearts
That have no fear of Brussels’ paper sword!