The
Yeomen of England
Who
were the Yeomen -
The Yeomen of England?
The freemen were the Yeomen,
The freemen of England!
Stout were the bows they bore,
When they went out to war, -
Stouter their courage for the honour of England.
And Nations to Eastward,
And Nations to Westward,
As foemen did curse them,
The Bowmen of England!
No other land could nurse them,
But their Mother-land, old England!
And on her broad bosom did they ever thrive!
Where
are the Yeomen -
The Yeomen of England?
In home-stead and in Cottage
They still dwell in England!
Stained with the ruddy tan,
God's air doth give a man,
Free as the winds that fan
The broad breast of England
And Nations to Eastward,
And Nations to Westward,
As foemen may curse them,
The Yeomen of England!
No other land could nurse them,
But their Mother-land, old England!
And on her broad bosom shall they ever thrive,
Shall they, - shall they ever thrive!
Chorus:-
And Nations to Eastward,
And Nations to Westward,
As foemen may curse them,
The Yeomen of England!
No other land could nurse them,
But their Mother-land, old England!
And on her broad bosom shall they ever thrive,
Shall they ever thrive!
And
so back to Merrie
England . . .?
