Our Island Home
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From La Rocque point to Grosnez Head, From Noirmont's Heights to Bonne Nuit Bay, Dame Nature's varied charms are spread And fields and vales hold cultured sway, Whilst round her rock-bound coast, the waves E'er lap the sandy pebbly shore Where caverns weird and sunless caves Re-echo to the wild waves' roar. Hurrah for the land of our birth The dearest spot on God's fair earth. Where'er we are where'er we roam Our hearts beat true to our Island Home. The earliest races earth has seen They loved her caves and valleys green, And Celts and Romans, Gauls and Danes Have wandered in her verdant lanes. From northern seas the Vikings come A sturdy race that won great fame. They loved this isle and made it home And gave it laws and honoured name - Hurrah for the land of our birth The dearest spot on God's fair earth. Where'er we are where'er we roam Our hearts beat true to our Island Home. What names recall brave deeds of old Let Orgueil's Mount the story tell How De Guesclin the Breton bold Fought vainly 'gainst its pride to quell. Stern warriors De Carterets With Lemprière's and Harliston Militiamen let none forget Nor gallant Peirson England's son. - Hurrah for the land of our birth The dearest spot on God's fair earth. Where'er we are where'er we roam Our hearts beat true to our Island Home. If enemies invade our shore To rob us of our heritage, We'll meet them as we did of yore And leave our mark on history's page. Whilst mighty Britain rules the sea We'll watch and ward against attack, And fight for home and liberty Our oriflamme the Union Jack. - Hurrah for the land of our birth The dearest spot on God's fair earth. Where'er we are where'er we roam Our hearts beat true to our Island Home. Then proudly let us stand and sing God bless not' chier, not' chier pays* In loyalty to th'Duke our King We all shall take a foremost stand At Home, Abroad, afar or near Where'er our children's fate to roam Nor hearts, nor love forget to steer To thee our best lov'd Island Home. - Hurrah for the land of our birth The dearest spot on God's fair earth. Where'er we are where'er we roam Our hearts beat true to our Island Home. *or God bless our dear, dear native land Edward Gavey (E.G.V. Gorey) 1915 |