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O England! Thy foe hath hated thee long, / And his hate is a deadly thing; / It was held in his heart till its growth was strong, / Now, words have woven it into a song / For little children to sing.
It is hatred that fashioned his shot and shell, / And hatred hid death in the sea; / In hatred the cannon have sounded a knell / O'er the little homes where the peaceful dwell, / And the humble-hearted be.