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| …. He is known to you all, he is known to you all, He crouches behind the dark gray flood, Full of envy, of rage, of craft, of gall, Cut off by waves that are thicker than blood. Come let us stand at the Judgment place An oath to swear to, face to face. An oath of bronze no wind can shake, An oath for our sons and their sons to take, Come hear the word, repeat the word, Throughout the Fatherland make it heard: We will never forego our hate, We have all but a single hate, We love as one, we hate as one, We have one foe and one alone, England! |
A Chant of Hate towards England
