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No. 37 - Song - "Hands off!"
| Solo: | England, to arms! the need is nigh, The danger at your gate; In long array your foes ally, A league of greed and hate. Not ours the crime of war accurst, But once let war begin, They'll have to kill the Lion first, Who'ld wear the Lion's skin. Hands off! Each of you! Hands off! All! Deutcher boasts and bantam brags Britons hear the call. Back to back the world around, answer with a will: "England for her own, my boys, it's 'Rule Britannia' still!" |
| Chorus: | Hands off! Each of you! Hands off! All! Deutcher boasts and bantam brags Britons hear the call. Back to back the world around, answer with a will: "England for her own, my boys, it's still!" |
| Solo: | Let jealous rivals strut and crow, Let Eagles scream of "War!" No jot we bate, no right forego, We've stood alone before. When all the world was just as great And we were half our size, We fac'd the world in grim debate And black'd the bully's eyes. Hands off! Each of you! Hands off! All! Deutcher boasts and bantam brags Britons hear the call. Back to back the world around, answer with a will: "England for her own, my boys, it's 'Rule Britannia' still!" |
| Chorus: | Hands off! Each of you! Hands off! All! Deutcher boasts and bantam brags Britons hear the call. Back to back the world around, answer with a will: "England for her own, my boys, it's still!" |
| Solo: | The men of great Elizabeth Were cast in heroes mould; Shall we then speak with bated breath Of those, today as bold? Our Drakes and Raleighs made some noise For Fame to dare and do, And if they "Filibuster'd" boys, We'll Filibuster too! Hands off! Each of you! Hands off! All! Deutcher boasts and bantam brags Britons hear the call. Back to back the world around, answer with a will: "England for her own, my boys, it's 'Rule Britannia' still!" |
| Chorus: | Hands off! Each of you! Hands off! All! Deutcher boasts and bantam brags Britons hear the call. Back to back the world around, answer with a will: "England for her own, my boys, it's still!" |
| Solo: | Go, tell the world our watchword now, Let deep proclaim to deep, The crown that shines of England's brow Her sons' right hands will keep. The Empire that our fathers got It is not ended yet, And on it, as the sun sets not, No sun shall ever set! Hands off! Each of you! Hands off! All! Deutcher boasts and bantam brags Britons hear the call. Back to back the world around, answer with a will: "England for her own, my boys, it's 'Rule Britannia' still!" |
| Chorus: | Hands off! Each of you! Hands off! All! Deutcher boasts and bantam brags Britons hear the call. Back to back the world around, answer with a will: "England for her own, my boys, it's still!" |
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Page created 29 September 2016