When Our England Died

Wearily to the last battle they strode

Onward through day and through night

To death they did go but they let them know the power of angelic might

Together they walked and together they'd fall

Under the autumn sky

With victory song behind shield-wall strong

They slashed and they battered with pride

Over river and stream and through forest and field

They marched with fire in their eyes

Wiping the sweat from their brows

For miles they had fared and no effort was spared

On the day when our England died

Over river and stream and through forest and field

We'll march with fire in our eyes

Like the forefathers of old

For miles we shall fare and no effort we'll spare

Till the day when our England's revived