26. A REFRAIN
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Tell the tune his feet beat On the ground all day— Black-burnt ground and green grass Seamed with rocks of grey— "England," "England," "England," That one word they say.
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Now they tread the beech-mast, Now the ploughland's clay, Now the faery ball-floor of her fields in May. Now her red June sorrel, now her new-turned hay, Now they keep the great road, now by sheep-path stray, Still it's "England," "England," "England" all the way!
Arthur Shearly Cripps.