We've fought, we have conquer'd, and England…

We've fought, we have conquer'd, and England once more, Shall flourish in fame as she flourish'd before; Our fears are all fled with our enemy slain, Could they rise up anew we would slay them again.

His Monarch to serve and to do himself right, No Englishman ever yet flinch'd from the fight; For why neighbours all, we're as free as the King, 'Tis that makes us brave, and 'tis that makes us sing.

Our Prince too, for this, may be thankful to fate, For 'tis in our freedom he finds himself great; No force can be wanting, nor meaner court arts, He is master of all who reigns in our hearts.

Should rebels within, or should foes from without, Bring the crown on his head or his honour in doubt; We are ready, still ready, and boldly foretell, That conquest shall ever with liberty dwell.

And now bring us forth, as the crown of our labour, Good wine and good cheer, with the pipe and the tabor; Let our Nymphs all be kind and our Shepherds all gay, For England, Old England is happy to-day.