To the question of invasion, I would say,
In all these long centuries, never a day,
Could we boast of an absolute guarantee,
Against the threat of invasion, you see.
But I have full confidence, if we all do our part,
If nothing is neglected, and we play it smart,
With the best arrangements made, as they are now,
We shall defend our Island Home, I vow.
We'll ride out the storm of war, against our adversary,
Outlive the menace of tyranny, if necessary, for years, if necessary alone.
That is our resolve, His Majesty's decree,
The will of Parliament and the nation, you see.
The British Empire and the French Republic, side by side,
Will defend their native soil, with strength and pride.
Aiding each other like comrades true,
To the utmost of their strength, they'll do.
Even though large tracts of Europe may fall,
Into the grip of the Gestapo rule, and become the Nazi's thrall,
We shall not flag or fail, we'll go on to the end,
Fighting in France, on seas and oceans, our aid we'll send.
With growing confidence and strength in the air,
We'll defend our island, whatever the cost, we'll bear.
We'll fight on beaches, landing grounds, fields, and streets,
In the hills, we'll never surrender, no retreats.
And if, which I do not believe would happen, this island were subjugated and starving,
Our Empire beyond the seas, armed and guarding,
Would carry on the struggle, until in God's good time,
The New World steps forth, with power and might, sublime.
Victory!
Victory!
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