St. George for merry England!
Fair 'fall the cross of red,
Beneath whose folds, unyielding
In fight our forebears bled.
The four wild-winged angels
Have seen it steadfast soar,
The forefront of the armies
When strong men ride to war.

St. George for merry England!
On all breezes blown,
We give it loyal greeting;
We hail it for our own:
The flag whose name is honour,
That floats not o'er the slave;
Liege-lord of all the navies
That climb the crested wave.

St. George for merry England!
God guard the cross of red,
The pride of England's servants,
The pall of England's dead!
And when our wrath shall bid it
Shake forth its folds on high,
May England's flag triumphant
Lead on to victory!