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I heard my country calling, away across the sea,Across the waste of waters she calls and calls to me.If I should fall, should thy heart break,Think only this: For England's sake!If I should die, think only this of me;That there's some corner of a foreign field that is forever England.Her sword is girded at her side, her helmet on her head,And round her feet are lying the dying and the dead.I hear the noise of battle, the thunder of her guns,I haste to thee my mother, a son among thy sons.If I should die, think only this of me;That there's some corner of a foreign field that is forever England.In that rich earth, a richer dust concealed,A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, her ways to roam, breathing English air.Sneak home and pray you'll never knowThe Hell where youth and laughter go. From Letras Mania