Come one and all and hear our call
Of "Albion forever"
Come put away your troubles all
And let us stand together.
Though times are hard and some may fall
Albion will yet prevail
Come make a stand: defend the land
Of Albion forever
The Greenwood forest deep and dark
It beats strong with the Hunter’s heart
And through the glades the wild hunt runs
While Puck cavorts and has his fun
In Albion’s North, in Eaton’s Vale
A keep is held by men in mail
It guards the path to our land’s heart
Like beaten dogs our foes depart
Marchwood keep, the mouth of hell
From whence come evils foul and fell
At your peril travel here
Where fools alone are free from fear
Off Cornwall’s cliffs the raging sea
Breeds fisher-folk and farmers free
They ne’er shall be another’s slave:
Aggressors find a watery grave.
Oh, Albion, Mother of us all
In our hearts we hear her call!
Free, unfettered folk are we;
Before us all our enemies flee.