When Matters Are Desperate We Must Put

All-cheering Plenty, With Her Flowing Horn, Led Yellow Autumn, Wreath'd With Nodding Corn.

For Gold The Merchant Ploughs The Main, The Farmer Ploughs The Manor.

Hope Springs Exulting On Triumphant Wing.

Look Abroad Through Nature's Range, Nature's Mighty Law Is Change.

Be Briton Still To Britain True, Among Oursel's United; For Never But By British Hands Maun British Wrangs Be Righted.