What Shall I Do For the Land that Bred Me by Gerard Manley Hopkins
What shall I do for the land that bred me, Her homes and fields that folded and fed me?â€” Be under her banner and live for her honour: Under her banner Iâ€™ll live for her honour. CHORUS. Under her banner live for her honour.
Not the pleasure, the pay, the plunder, But country and flag, the flag I am underâ€” There is the shilling that finds me willing To follow a banner and fight for honour. CH. We follow her banner, we fight for her honour.
Call me Englandâ€™s fameâ€™s fond lover, Her fame to keep, her fame to recover. Spend me or end me what God shall send me, But under her banner I live for her honour. CH. Under her banner we march for her honour.
Where is the field I must play the man on? O welcome there their steel or cannon. Immortal beauty is death with duty, If under her banner I fall for her honour. CH. Under her banner we fall for her honour.