No fanciful hope, and no cowardly fear
Shall ever be lord of my breast,
An Englishman gathers his comfort and cheer
From Duty by Providence blest;
The good royal motto, from Normandy's won,
Upholds him by day and by night,
Adversity's moon, and Prosperity's sun,
Are shining in 'God and my Right!'

My God! the great Guard, the Good ruler, and Friend,
Who made me, and guides as He will;
My Right! which His government helps to defend,
And bids me stand up for it still:
The heart that has trusted Him well does He love,
And fills it with heavenly light,
Rejoiced upon earth with all peace from above,
And resting on 'God and my Right!'

My Right - the right way, and my Right - the right arm,
And my Right - the true rights of the case;-
Strong, honest, deserving, the triple-tied charm
That keeps a man firm in his place;
With these well about us, and God overhead,
We fear not whatever we fight,
There never was mortal who fail'd or who fled,
Whose motto was 'God and my Right!'